The Tragedy of White Injustice---pt3

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    Ripped from the pages of my favorite poets:

    Marcus Garvey

    The Tragedy of White Injustice---pt3

    (53)
    The white man controls cable and wireless,
    Connections by ships with force and duress:
    He keeps black races of the world apart,
    So to his schemes they may not be smart:
    "There shall be no Black Star Line Ships," he says,
    "For that will interfere with our crooked ways:
    "I'll disrupt their business and all their plans,
    "So they might not connect with foreign lands."

    (54)
    Black women are raped by the lordly white,
    In colonies, the shame ne'er reaching light:
    In other countries abuses are given,
    Shocking to morality and God's Heaven.
    Hybrids and mongrels are the open result,
    Which the whites give us as shameful insult:
    How can they justify this? None can tell;
    Yet, crimes of the blacks are rung with a bell.

    (55)
    White men newspapers subsidize and own,
    For to keep them on their racial throne:
    Editors are slaves to fool the public,
    Reporters tell the lie and pull the trick;
    The papers support only what they want,
    Yet truth, fair play, and justice, daily flaunt:
    They make criminals out of honest men,
    And force judges to send them to the Pen.

    (56,)
    Capitalists buy up all blank space
    To advertise and hold the leading place
    For to influence public opinion
    And o'er Chief-editors show dominion.
    The average man is not wise to the scheme,
    He, the reformer, must now redeem;
    This isn't a smooth or very easy job,
    For, you, of your honor and name, they'll rob.

    (57)
    The bankers employ men to shoot and kill,
    When we interfere with their august will;
    They take the savings of deaf, dumb and poor,
    Gamble with it here and on foreign shore:
    In oil, gold, rum, rubber they speculate,
    Then bring their foreign troubles upon the State:
    Friends in Government they control at will;
    War they make, for others, our sons to kill.

    (58)
    The many foundations of researches,
    And the foreign missions and their churches,
    Are organized to catch the mild converts
    Who don't understand the way of perverts.
    Our wealth when discovered by researchers,
    In lands of the Native occupiers
    Is surveyed and marked to the river's rim
    Till they dislodge a Premprey or Abd-El-Krim.

    (59)
    It is not freedom from prison we seek;
    It is freedom from the big thieves we meet:
    All life is now a soulless prison cell,
    A wild suspense between heaven and hell:
    Selfish, wicked whites have made it so;
    To the Author and Finisher we'll go,
    Carrying our sad cares and many wrongs
    To Him in prayers and holy songs.

    (60)
    This is the game that is played all around,
    Which is sure one day to each race rebound:
    The world is gone mad with the money craze,
    Leaving the poor man in a gloomy haze:
    There must be world reorganization,
    To save the masses from exploitation-,
    The cry is for greater democracy.
    A salvation from man's hypocrisy.

    (61)
    Out in this heartless, bitter oasis
    There's now very little of human bliss;
    The cold capitalists and money sharks
    Have made life unsafe, like ocean barks.
    The once dear, lovely Garden of Eden
    Has become the sphere of men uneven;
    The good God created but an equal pair,
    Now man has robbed others of their share.

    (62)
    Shall there be freedom of liberal thought?
    No; the white man has all agencies bought-
    Press, pulpit, law and every other thing-
    Hence o'er public opinion he reigns king.
    This is indisputable, glaring fact;
    You may find it out with a little tact.
    College tutors and presidents are paid,
    So that in universities schemes are laid.

    (63)
    Cleopatra, Empress Josephine,
    Were black mongrels like of the Philippine:
    Mixtures from black and other races they,
    Yet "true" the white man's history will not say
    To those who seek the light of pure knowledge
    In the inquiring world, school or college.
    Napoleon fell for a Negro woman;
    So did the Caesars, and the Great Roman.

    (64)
    Anthony lost his imperial crown
    To escape Cleo's fascinating -frown.
    This truth the New Negro knows very well,
    And to his brothers in darkness he'll tell.
    No one can imprison the brain of man-
    That was never intended in God's plan;
    You may persecute, starve, even debase-
    That will not kill truth nor virtue efface.

    (65)
    The white man now enjoys his "Vanity Fair";
    He thinks of self and not of others care-
    Fratricidal course, that to hell doth lead-
    This is poison upon which the gentry feed.
    Blacks should study physics, chemistry, more,
    While the gold God all such sinners adore;
    This is no idle prattle talk to you;
    It has made the banners red, white and blue.

    (66)
    Out of the clear of God's Eternity
    Shall rise a kingdom of Black Fraternity;
    There shall be conquests o'er militant forces;
    For as man proposes, God disposes.
    Signs of retribution are on every hand:
    Be ready, black men, like Gideon's band.
    They may scoff and mock at you today,
    But get you ready for the awful fray.

    (67)
    In the fair movement of God's Abounding Grace
    There is a promised hope for the Negro race;
    In the sublimest truth of prophecy,
    God is to raise. them to earthly majesty,
    Princes shall come out of Egypt so grand,
    The noble black man's home and Motherland,
    The Psalmist spoke in holy language clear,
    As Almighty God's triune will declare.

    (68)
    In their conceit they see not their ruin;
    You soldiers of trust, be up and doing!
    Remember Belshazzar's last joyous feast,
    And Daniel's vision of the Great Beast!
    "Weighed in the balances and found wanting"
    Is the Tekel to which they are pointing.
    This interpretation of the Prophet
    Black men shall never in their dreams forget.

    (69)
    The resplendent rays of the morning sun
    Shall kiss the Negro's life again begun;
    The music of God's rhythmic natural law
    Shall stir Afric's soul without Divine flaw.
    The perfume from Nature's rosy hilltops
    Shall fall on us spiritual dewdrops.
    Celestial beings shall know us well,
    For, by goodness, in death, with them we'll dwell.

    (70)
    AND HOW SAD A FINIS!
    With battleship, artillery and gun
    White men have put all God's creatures to run;
    Heaven and earth they have often defied.,
    Taking no heed of the rebels that died.
    God can't be mocked in this daring way,
    So the evil ones shall sure have their day.
    "You may rob, you may kill, for great fame,"
    So says the white man, FOR THIS IS HIS GAME.

     ---Marcus Garvey

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    GucciGurl commented on The Tragedy of White Injustice---pt3

    12-21-2009

    Seven this id not the feelings of the white ppl. Maybe sometimes you dont look around you as well as you should. If you did you would see me fighting for everyone to be equal. The past that we did not live threw Im sure was hard. I no that right now is still not the greatest but it is getting better. I myself have been treated unfairly because I I have crossed the line to where I see no color and they have disrespected me because of the color of my skin. Made to feel guilty for the past or even the present. I do not chose my friends by the color of their skin. I chose them by the heart

    SEVEN

    12/22/2009

    Bravo sista...Im not singling you and the rest of my fellow white friends who most of them are my dearest friends but they know I still look back on the past every now and then and see that we come a long way and still have a long way to go...All though the memories cant be 4gotten if so history is doom to be repeated...thanx for reading my work as always ur my lil coochie gucci gurl...wink

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    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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