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By: Curly X
we fought this war for our own land,
we lost that fight, they chopped off our hands.
“DON’T SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE, NOTHING READ”
“All WE WANT IS WHITE NOT RED”
we fought this war for our own land,
we lost that fight, they plopped cuffs on hands.
“DON’T CROSS THIS BORDER INTO TOWN”
“All WE WANT IS WHITE NOT BROWN”
we fought this war for our own land,
we fight it still with our own hands.
“DON’T SPEAK UP SPIC, DON’T PICK A FIGHT”
“I JUST WISH YOU WERE ALL SNOW-WHITE’
We fight this war for our own land,
I can’t be white and join your Klan.
“YOU WILL LOSE, THERE WILL BE BLOODSHED”
“THIS DAY WILL YOU PEOPLE DREAD”
We fight this war for our own land,
Eventually, you will see we all bleed red.
This is the road that I will choose,
And in this fight YOU will lose.
“NO, YOU CAN’T”
“SI, SE PUEDE, AND YES WE CAN”
By: Curly X
This poem is dedicated to Oscar Grant and the other Oscar Grant’s
Bullets piercing the bodies of my people,
I thought the constitution said we are all equal.
Puppets in this world voicing our sad stories,
Eyeballs filled with sanction killings by police sissies.
When will the shooting stop from the hired guns,
Good men die while marksmen freely run.
Mothers hanging on to the last breath of there child,
Minutes go by and she grows more, wild.
Murders are banging Her heart to death,
Riots seem old, it outgrows the poor, and defiles.
Bigots were crushed by the hands of peaceful men,
Cries didn’t come from guns, but from there mouth and pen.
Lead an army of soldiers with guns and rocks, and we will be crushed,
Because violence begets violence, when we are rushed.
Heal our broken hearts with sage and gospel song,
The real ordeal is to fix the pain of wrong.
Forgive and forget, seems to far fetch,
But I promise, you,
Brother Killing Brother, Sister Killing Sister,
Others shooting others to enact revenge,
Its like rhyme with no reason, it doesn’t end.
I want to thank Paradise, for being my inspiration. I hope that our words reach Oakland, and we can be there for them, and heal, organize, and do things the right way. Because you and I know, riots are what the oppressor wants. It gives them a reason to oppress. Destroy the violence, and they have no tools against us.
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Bruce
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