Poverty

poverty stricken people living on the streets

All my life I’ve lived

In poverty

I toiled and suffered

And battled it daily

Poverty is a demon that deprives you

Of everything you have

Poverty, poverty

I was born in poverty

I lived in poverty

I have felt the shame and disgrace of poverty

I have felt the brutal assault of reality

When it comes to poverty

My very life is the perfect example of poverty

I yearned for riches

But none would come

My way

All I see is just poverty

Rearing its ugly head everyday

Poverty, oh my lord

Why poverty

Why me? I often asked

Only wishing that this

State of life

Would soon pass

But it forever lingers

With no intent of relief

This state of poverty

Is causing me too much grief

Poverty, poverty

Need I say more?

Well it seems I will

Have to remain poor

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What Do You Remember?

Rastaman

I bet you remember
The birth and death
Of Jesus Christ
But tell me
Do you remember how
They crucified Rastafari

I bet you remember
The holidays and holy days
Of the pagan fiesta
But tell me
Do you remember how they
Tried to eradicate Rasta

I bet you remember
The months and days of the
Roman calendar
But tell me, do you remember
The year in which they
Were slaughtering Rasta

We’ve had many rulers:
governments and prime ministers
But do you know who
Was fighting against the existence
Of the Rastafarian followers
Your past is your history
What you don`t know is mystery
But whether baldhead or Rasta
We are all part of a larger family


The love of Jah has no division
He offers salvation to each
And everyone
But why is it that we fail
To accept each other


Tell me, what do you remember?
Do not let ignorance and shame
Hang over your shoulders
It is time to learn about the life
Of our elders

Walk with us through
The traditions
Of our forefathers
And teach us the truth about
Our culture
So that we may be able
To tell others
What we remember

A tribute to the Coral Garden Massacre of Rastafari in the year 1963

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Black In Time

Let`s go black in time
Come with me black to history
Black to the mother land
Where we rightfully belong
Black in time before the Europeans
Tried to whitewash our
Skins and minds
Black to the kingdom and ancestry
Black, way black before slavery

Black am I
Not just the color of my skin
The pupil of my eyes or the hair on my head
But black at heart, black in my thinking
And black in my thoughts

Black in time
Black my story, every sentence, every line
Black every rhythm and every rhyme
Black the days on their slave ships
Heading across the ocean lines
Black the shackles and the chains
Black the whips that cut our veins
Black the blood that stained the lands
Black the heart of every whiteman
Black the husbands and the wives
Black the circumstances which changed our lives
Black the mother and the father
Black the separation from each other

Black, black, black, black
Black the struggles and the fights
Black the system which took away
our rights
Black the midnights we tried to make
our run
Black the rope on the tree that hung the ones
Who wish to be free

Black, black, black, black
Let`s go black and turn the world around
Let`s take black our civilization
Every continent and every nation
Let`s take black the white man`s dominion
Let`s take black our rightful rulership
No more subjection under
The whiteman`s dictatorship
Let`s black out the pages
of the white man`s days
And attribute the praises
to the black liberal race

Black my eyes and the things they see
Black the vision of those who preceded me
Black Marcus, Selassie and Mandela
Black Obama and the Christ
Black the life I live because of their sacrifice


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