Onward soldiers – by Steve Reid
Some say it’s foolhardy.
Some say impossible.
“You mean you got time to waste?
Who interested in that?
Man relax do. White people ain’t paying you no mind.”
I want my grandfather back pay!
I honor my mother and father.
I love my ancestors.
I love my future descendents.
Reparations… a must.
Repair the damage.
Recognition, Justice, Development.
The time is now.
Onward soldiers!
Not the End – by Steve Reid
Darkness… how long before my watery grave?
I no longer smell decay.
Words now heard jumble, bounce, fade, mindlessly.
I am going.
Mighty Ancestors…am I forsaken?
Once strong friends and enemies alike, now shackled, bundled in dissonance.
Dethrone by despots, despised, despairing, dispatched.
My time is up, spirits gather.
Comfort I Jah!
The righteous shall not be forsaken.
Thou will be the reincarnated souls
to restore our Majesty.
Spirits invade tomorrows’ children!
Selah.
You S A – by Steve Reid
Tell me which one.
Who will pay reparations?
Don’t bring to my plate said the last, though black and beautiful, I am President for all.
All lives matter.
My clothes are blue, red and starry.
What redress?
Blue lives matter.
Silver and gold have they plenty,
From Foundation to Foundation
Rich lives matter.
Get back to greatness.
Deceit and trickery rules.
Politicians lives matter.
Neither man nor woman we be.
No telling one from the other.
Queer lives matter.
40 acres and one mule.
No entendemos
History doesn’t matter.
Reparatory justice is the agenda.
Who cares?
“Black Lives Matter”
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Babylon the bandit/#tenyoumust – by Steve Reid
Start wid de apology.
Sins of ‘ur fathers and founding heroes… crimes against humanity… show remorse
Return InI.
Africa awaits its creators… Ithiopia stretch forth… kings and queens shall come
Make First people 1st again
Stop the genocide… the gods are alive… Indigenous people marginalized no more
Build cultural memorials
We want the truth…we will never forget… future generations are blessed to know
Finance medical research
Hypertension… diabetes… you make them high so
Eradicate illiteracy
Dan is de man in de van… jack sprat can eat no fat… colonial education highlights
Fund African knowledge programmes
We linking with Africa… watch we grow… together
Support psychological rehabilitation
Stop the lies…repair the damage… you need it too
Transfer technologies
No more as primary producers only…we innovating now…mind expansion
Pay your debt
You owe we… we own nothing… banish your unjust stranglehold
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October, 2000
Greetings in the name of the Most High, Haile Selassie I, Jah Rastafari, to Brethren and Sistren in Ichirouganaim (Barbados)
The I am gave the word and great was the company that published it.
The Ichirouganaim Council for the Advancement of Rastafari-ICAR- is an umbrella organization accepting members from all mansions of Rastafari and affiliated with similar Caribbean Rastafari organizations working towards organizing and centralizing Rastafari.
It is important at this time of our development for I and I as Rastafari to be recognized as an organized body which would be capable of representing its members in cases of discrimination and abuse of human rights, whether it be in the area of religion, employment, school, travel or otherwise.
Membership of this organization will facilitate the movement/travel of Rastafari individuals, groups, expertise, goods and services.
The objectives of ICAR are as follows:
MISSION STATEMENT
TO NETWORK WITH LOCAL,REGIONAL AND INTERNATIONAL RASTAFARI COMMUNITIES IN ORGANISING AND CENTRALISING RASTAFARI INTO THE NEW MILLENIUM.
Heal – by Steve Reid
Who made you so self-righteous?
What made you so aloft?
Is it your meagre success? It is meagre for your lack of imagination.
Is it your despair? You never started that way.
Where is your pride and honour? Beaten away?
Were you “born big”? What of your mother and father? And theirs… forever?
Well not me!
My ancestors are with me, in me, are me.
We live to be free.
Look at the down-pressors’ riches! You should be ashamed. Liars, thieves, murderers… my God!
You say no to reparatory justice…?
Closed minded fool in your comfort zone.
Heal you must.
Up you mighty people!
I can’t sleep – by Steve Reid
Where am I going? My feet are blistered.
Night time walking.
Oh the smell of filth, death.
Weeping, howling, shouting, silence…
Heavy chains, dragging, words I know not, people I can’t comprehend.
Now the rocking, churning, excrement.
Where am I going? I want my family.
Is this a punishment? I want to fight!
What of my children? Will I? How can I?
Death all around. I will not grow old.
To see Jah sun again. Am I now to lose my mind?
Where am I? Can I heal? When? Where are my calming memories?
Will I be forgotten? My eyes are wide open. Alive? Walking dead!
Forward ever… never backwards. I hate it!
Take me home!
I can’t sleep.
