The Battle Must Be Joined!!! No nation, no civilization has come to the fore Without new organization Without thinking new thoughts Without working Without actually doing Without being willing to take a chance A willingness to risk all Without a determination to be the best, to be superior Without a desire to determine its destiny and that of others Without a willingness to fight, to shed blood, to risk defeat The battle must be joined ... It must be fought Be it a battle of the mind, mind wars of spirit, Of will, of bucks, of iron and steel, shell and bomb, Of tank and plane, of rockets and satellite star wars, Of technology, of information The battle must be fought The gauntlet thrown down The chip knocked from the bullys shoulder The lines stepped over The clash and clang of sword curses of men, moans of pain The battle must be joined ... Fought in the street from door to door In the school, in the board room, in the bedroom, in the war room Hand to hand combat must commence The battle must be ultimately won in the field It matters not if you can eruditely delineate the subtleties and nuances of racism, and racial discrimination If you can delicately dissect with a master surgeons skill the anatomy of race and the body politic If you can tease out the tiniest thread If you can paint the most beautiful dream on canvas And write the greatest vision on parchment Or ride in your time machine and visit ancient Afrikan kingdoms, cities, and empires Or feel the pain and degradation of slavery Or celebrate all we have given to the world Or point out with great exclamation the white devil Still the challenge must be taken up Fire must fight fire Institutions, traditions, habits, hopes must be uprooted, razed and put to the torch No stone left unturned And institutions traditions, habits, hopes must be restored, rekindled or built anew Bricks stacked in place New song must be sung New voices must carry the tune New feet must march to new drumbeats New hands, new banners and standards raised These songs must be your songs The voices your voices, the feet your feet, The hands must be the ones at the ends of your arms The soul unsold to the devil must be your soul A new world must be created Make it your world Amandla! TAKEN FROM Dr Amos Wilsons Book Black on Black violence
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 18:33:27 +0000
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