Title: ode to a queen Post by: afrikanrebel06 on April 28, 2006, 03:29:57 PM separated bya body of water
and land mass, i know we are so far away, but closer in spirit ode to a queen, because she was born where great empires were built, africa,the motherland, and eventhough, i aint got no locs, and i dont speak jah rastari, i come froma place, with the largest afrikan slaves in the planet, my land has a spritual connection with afrika and the universe from yorubas across the waters, yorubas,bantus,haussas and fulanis, and brazil isa piece of afrika, ode to a queen, who just like me, among the ruins of poverty, has felt the shackles of imperialism, colonial puppets working for the neo fascism ode toa queen, who comes from a line of many queens, and is queen herself in her own unique way, i know,i am poor,iam broke as broke can be, i know i will be spiritually rich, when you are with me, and i know,i will be spiritually rich, when i die and across orum, because my soul will be set free. [smiley=2thumbsup.gif] Title: Re: ode to a queen Post by: Bantu_Kelani on May 23, 2006, 07:32:54 AM I feel you my brother, You are amazing! :-*
Title: Re: ode to a queen Post by: siger on July 02, 2006, 08:04:12 AM Ode to a queen,
will she hear? ode mon ami, is it hard to bear? let the wind ride its horses, to the western shores, and carry these lover's voices, as the blue ocean roars. they took away our lovers, on to the west as slaves, while we fought alongside brothers, their wooden ships left, now all i have from my arkhan queen, is memories of laughter and beautiful dreams, does she suffer the way i do, deep in their gold mines as is my doom, has she forgotten our youthful bliss, or is she taken by the yankee's kiss? does she remember the one left behind, or is their no queen left to find, ode to a queen, on alien shores, ode to a queen, is this suitor's lore Title: Re: ode to a queen Post by: citizen on July 05, 2006, 03:37:24 AM ode to a queen
who i meet each day as i wind my way throught the workplace decay and the urban scene ode to a king who walks by in the city with a flash of the pretty smile, making worthwhile the gritty walk, by his two word talk good morning |