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« on: July 26, 2006, 09:59:36 PM » |
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By Madge Hylton Copyrighted 2006©
How could I forget Millenniums of grandeur? Legacy of the first man
How could I forget A civilization carved out for the world By Ancient Africans A civilization of religion, medicine, astronomy, Metaphysics, endless creations It gave authenticity to Europe And ushered the Americas into being
I was there in the time of grandeur I was there before the slave masters came Buried deep in the loins of my Mother’s-Mother- Mother: Great-Great-Great-Grandmother, Endless Mothers The same seed now a part of the African Diaspora
How could I forget, the authority of our beloved Emperors and Empresses Kings and Queens, Prince and Princesses of Royal righteous Empires Which today have no successors?
I was there in the field when the slave masters came Using every trick under their hats, well learned By the books Shattering our Ancient civilization, trampling it flat!
How could I forget? When I was there in the loins of my Mother- Mother-Mother Great-Great-Great-Grand-Mother Endless Mothers When the slave traders came
Chains for shackling metals they used Chains to shackle my neck to my brother’s neck Chains to shackle my feet to my brother’s feet Chains for shackling our hands behind our backs Reduced to chattel, led by force of the whip to The hull of the ship Yes, slave ship SS Jesus was and more Yes! Slave Ship Jesus was there
It was wholesale human torture The Frankenstein of Global Terrorism was begun
How could I forget? The shelves in the hull Chained to my brothers in my filth Constantly smelling stench And as far as I could see My fellowmen chained to the hull of this ship How could I forget some of my brothers dying On these shelves until they stunk! Yes! Yes! They stunk The bloodcurdling screams of brutality And those jumping ship, in preference to a home in the bottom of the sea Mention must be made of those Who were beaten to death By slave traders “Till their bones were broken For resisting a coercive journey Across the Bermuda Triangle Straight across the Atlantic
How could I forget? The six weeks of hell as human cargoes We traveled the Atlantic Ocean This the beginning of hundreds of years of dehumanization The will of the Caucasoid race to reduce our Ethiopic race to such disgrace
How could I forget the years I was present to Witness those of us herded to the auction block Bodies and souls becoming slave stock Would fetch the price that determined plantation to which we were destined To sacrifice integrity and dignity and to become lackeys
How could I forget? How we would be beaten to death To adopt their names, eat their food, wear their Osnaburg cloth Prohibited from seeking fellowship with our kin All should be worked from sun up to sun down With no pay a coming under slave drivers with their whips They ripped away our off springs from our hands and our wombs
Recognizing our God given right We waged that relentless fight-outright and passive resistance
How could I forget? That left right and center we burnt the plantations In revenge we kill as many a white man who dared to venture unprotected Killed the babies produced from the rapes committed on African women It was the psychological impact of resisting Still such was no equal to the injustices we endured
How could I forget? That I was there when Nanny led the war to wipe out the oppressors Her brother Cudjoe compromised Signed Peace Treaty, giving them the right to spy on us I was there when 1831 Christmas Rebellion burnt plantation to plantation When Sam Sharpe said, “I would rather die on yonder gallows than be a slave!” I was there when Hariott Tubman led slaves by Under-ground railroad from the plantain
So, how can I forget That after time Europe waged a losing battle And declared a halt declaring Emancipation?
How could I forget That European Government paid compensation To slave masters For losses accrued when the slave trade ended
Still my Mother-Mother-Mother Great-Great-Great-Grand Mother Endless Mothers and Myself have not been paid Only left to become vagabonds of their systems And injustices for peoples enslaved.
How could I forget That as slave traders uprooted Africans out of the Continent They brought the real vagabonds of Europe Calling them entrepreneur? Confiscating property, subjecting those of the Continent to subhuman bondage And more hostility Here they established colonialism equaled with brutality Setting those of my kin against each other For just a little bread and butter
How could I forget The stories they told of cockfights they won Of the way they came and conquered Boasting colonial prowess with the gun Using might to beat right Our ancient land Alkebulun Became the fate of the 1898 Berlin Conference-CLAN?
In a manner that Queen Isabella and King Ferdinand of Spain Divided the world into two halves One for Spain, the other for Portugal Europeans created demarcated borders Incited internecine strife amongst Africans Europe was in Africa for the kill of cultural heritage and race
Today, wherever Africans are found There exist over-riding fears Afraid to stand up for Human Rights and seeking justice in all its forms
In order to recover from a never ending debacle Of racial dictates, racial hegemony, racial hatred When will it ever end?
In this space and time African descent peoples outside And Africans on the Continent Constituting the African Diaspora, Recognizing this crazy world Lopsided laws with their exalted flaws Ready to claim all justice due For such grave injustices committed
I will never forget, It is for the well being The repair of the race And provisions for our posterity
I will never forget That we are the African Diaspora With a tendency -To die-as-poor-a; as poor an African without Rights or any justice ever paid -To die-as-poor-a; a hungry black man or woman never know a belly full from birth -To die-as-poor a; a destitute one despairing since arrival on earth
And how could I forget That International Law has matured to recognize That a breach of engagement has occurred Causing racial genocide, internally and externally displaced peoples to the enrichment of others
I cannot forget That it is a principle of International Law That where a breach of engagement has occurred The responsibility exist to make Reparations
I say…I cannot forget, that it is a principle of International Law…Reparations (Repeat)
How can I forget? I will never forget!!!
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