TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN A POST-EMPIRE AGE . . .

500 years of genocide,

Empire-building

and marginalisation of the nations.


We whites have stood on top of the heap,

For multiple generations,

But now, our privilege is ending.


China rises up, India ascends,

The First Nations awake, break the chains

And make the locked prison door buckle and bend

As they all fight to end

The centuries of life in the Margin

And breathe the fresh free air of Sweet Liberty.


It’s not easy.

No one said it would be.

The victims have internalised the Oppression

And foisted it on each other,

While we Whites looked on gleefully.


God damn our mockery.

Yah judge our attitudes.

The list of sins is long,

So very very long,

But REPENTANCE IS THE CURE.


Not cheap apologies,

While we quickly return to our Oppression,

But rather a 180 reversal of our Shit-loaded

Assumptions and thinking patterns

And an Active Engagement

In the process of 

Seeing the Nations free themselves

Rise up, gain independence, 

Work liberty into the daily fabric of their lives.


To delay another minute will have

Consequences that are grave.

Let us fight Oppression now,

While the Iron is still hot,

While the doors remain open,

While our will is still resolved . . . 


I call on the Europeans

Of the Continent and the 

Colonies present and past

Around the world,

To abandon your privilege,

Change your attitudes,

And join the fight

For justice, truth, and liberation.

 

Join the Freedom Train.  


Join the Awakening Caravan.


Hop aboard the Matrix-Busting Bus.


Climb on now and experience

A life you’ve never dreamt of.

A hope you’ve never carried in your bosom.

An awareness you’ve never considered.


History will judge you.

Let us engage, work, sweat, shed tears and blood

To ensure that this judgment

Will have us as the Partners of Liberators

Rather than the Entrenched Stubbornness 

Of Undying Privilege and Entitlement.


Handouts are not the Answer.

Money thrown at problems developed over decades and centuries

Will boomerang into your eyes.


The nations are rising up.

The indigenous peoples are standing up.

Get out of their way, 

And submit yourselves to their leadership,

As junior partners in 

Reversing eons of Caste Systems

Shoved on unwilling locals

All around Mother Earth.


The time is short.

The opportunity is now.


Your WESTERN KINGDOM is crumbling.


Jump off the Titanic before it sinks,


And join the Long March


Toward Social Betterment,


And Liberation.


The Creator is watching,

His Spirit is once again hovering over the dark, murky waters,

He will engage if you will first.


Peoples of the Earth, rise up!


Your hour of glory has come!


Babylon is falling,

New Oppression will come, 

But join us in the continued fight

Against Brutality and Violence,

Against Ignorance and Dark Ideology,

Against Divide and Conquer Tactics,

Against Bread and Circuses.


History stands on your side.


Make the Coming Generations proud,

Make your Creator proud.


Heaven awaits . . .

ח  הִגִּיד לְךָ אָדָם, מַה-טּוֹב; וּמָה-יְהוָה דּוֹרֵשׁ מִמְּךָ, כִּי אִם-עֲשׂוֹת

מִשְׁפָּט וְאַהֲבַת חֶסֶד, וְהַצְנֵעַ לֶכֶת, עִם-אֱלֹהֶיךָ.  {ס}

 

MICHAEL MURPHY – GERONIMO’S CADILLAC

Well they put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn’t look the gift horse in the mouth
Sergeant, sergeant, don’t you feel
There’s something wrong with that automobile
Governor, governor, isn’t it strange
They didn?t have no cars on the Indian range
Warden, warden, please listen to me
Be brave and set Geronimo free

Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
Whoa boys, take me back
I want to ride in Geronimo’s Cadillac
D (electric guitar solo)
Let me ride, let me ride

Warden, warden, don’t you know
Prisoners have no place to go
They took old Geronimo by storm
Ripped off the feathers from his uniform

Jesus tells me I believe its true
The red man is in the sunset too
Took all his land, now they won’t give it back
And they sent Geronimo a Cadillac

Ta’Kaiya Blaney calls you to rise up and break the Matrix!

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About sleepless in turtle island

Hi, I´m Dimitri. I have lived in Turtle Island for awhile now, so my cultural understanding is slowly improving. Also, I can see things in this place that boggle my mind. Thus this blog...
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