Art and Poetry

Proclamations of the 2.0

revolution

My voice….I’ve been asked to share it

But most times it’s just diplomacies

to combat their controversies

conjured by jacket and ties

with agendas for their big agencies…

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

But if I was to speak out, you would hear the revolution in my cry

Because I, am a child of Marcus Garvey

a string in the Tuff Gong’s guitar

a single current in this air of revolution…….waiting

Frustrated, Tired, trapped in a space of false pretence

Emancipated…no, emancipendence…but still recognize a Governor General in residence

When will we break away from this mental debt trap that the Maasas have us living in…

and stop starving our minds with their empty truths

When will we stop taking their monies, only to give them back!

taking their money and giving them back! Take, Give! TAKE, GIVE!

This cycle of “unprogressiveness” labelled as a strategy for growth..

meeting their targets, while creating more targets of our unsuspecting Jamaican citizens…

How much more children need to go to bed hungry to meet their targets??

How much more slashes to the back must our dollar endure to meet their targets?

How much more targets must we make of ourselves to meet their targets?

My brothers, my sisters, we are the ones we’ve been waiting for

We are the fire, we are the guns, we are the war that we’ve been praying for..

WE ARE THE REVOLUTION that will NOT be televised..

but tweeted, posted and SHOUTED….from the throats of change..

– G.B, in collaboration with L.K and K.H

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