United we stand
On the bending backs
Of hue-mans
Red, Brown, Yellow and Black
White without green or gold or silver or bronze
No better off
Divided we will fall
If you expect us to keep still
While we are beaten black and blue and red

Man-made marble mountains in Manhattan
Crumble
Tumbling to the ground
Ringed with burning jet fuel and shredded steel
Twice planes crash
20,000 people dash
Others stand staring in awe
Eyeball to eyeball with the cost of world domination
Outlined in the smoke and debris
Some see the face of Satan

Bush declared war
War is like water for a Bush
Every Bush needs war to grow
But war was declared long ago:
Alexander the Great
Julius Caesar
The Pope
The Crusaders
Christopher Columbus
Queen Elizabeth
King James
Cecil Rhodes
The Zionists
President of the United States (POTUS) - The New Age Antichrist

Pigmented people been living in terror for hundreds of years
African Middle Passage Holocaust
Native People's American Holocaust
Colonialism in the Cradle of Civilization
Terror at One World Trade Center
Terror at the Pentagon
Terror been in effect
Did we forget?
Wounded knee?
No Gun Rhee?
The Door of No Return?
The Treaty of Guadeloupe Hidalgo?
Westward trails muddy with tears and blood?
Rosewood in Florida?
Black Wall Street in Tulsa?
Any southern or midwestern county after dark from 1865 to 1965?
The streets of NYC under Giuliani?
You got a Chinaman's chance 
To remember the construction of the Transcontinental Railroad
Before the fuse to this poetic dynamite
Runs out.

But America wants me to forget
America wants you to forget.
America wants all of we 
That have been terrorized throughout history to
For-get.
Become an amnesiac
Patriotism is the aphrodisiac.
Don't blame me for the terror at financial and military centers
Because I protest the terror of Americastory
Some want to bind and gag me 
And anyone like me
Who will not follow like cattle 
Into the meat grinder of American policy

The hate that hate created
Extinguished 5,000 breaths
(maybe more, maybe less)
While fires still burn in the smoldering rubble
Hate burns in these American hearts
New enemy
Brown like me
Afghan, Palestinian, or Saudi?
America got a new nigga
And WE (the old niggaz) figure
That if WE hate like them:
Somehow, we will be more acceptable Americans;
Somehow, we will be closer to that American dream;
Somehow, we will not be America's niggaz anymore
Somehow, WE shall overcome SOMEday!
So get your Rolies up!
Drown your African-American 
Hyphenated dual personality psychosis in Moet and Cristal!
Shine your iced out crosses and wrap yourselves in the flag!
It's all good, Black man
It's all good, Black woman, until 
The blue and whites appear behind you
On a dark country road or inner city side street
And the stick falls like night
On your skull
By the dawn's early light
You see the red glare of 41 rockets coming at you
That you can't stop
Because your hands are up.

Terrorists?
Terror is.

Don't fall for the trick
New nigga/sand nigga
Not the old niggaz' war
We're so quick to become fertilizer
In the rocky soil of Central Asia
But sit back and sip espressos and lattes
In cool urban cafes
Noting in-between poems
How messed up it was
When NYPD Blue aliens
Abducted a Haitian for an impromptu anal probe.

Why
Did
Two passenger jets ram into America's financial heart? 
Why
Did
A third passenger jet smash into America's military brain?
Why
Is
No one listening still?

In the aftermath of Little Big Horn
Sioux women went to work on the green battlefield 
Strewn like a patchwork quilt
With the ruby blood of blue coated corpses
Sent to enforce POTUS' domestic policy on the Great Plains
Jamming sewing needles into the ears of dead men
The women noted that these men could not hear
The Sioux's calls for freedom, justice, and equality
In this life…but maybe in the next?
Where are the sewing needles?
We need millions of sewing needles
Our poems and protest songs must be the sewing needles 
In the ears of the living
We need more sewing needles
Because they do not hear us still!
POTUS has never heard and
We are not hearing
The screams of Palestinian children
Who have never known their homeland
But have slept with death daily in refugee camps
We are not hearing
The piercing whistle
Of smart bombs and cruise missiles
Too dumb to know the difference between 
Sudanese pharmaceutical factories and terrorist camps
We are not hearing
The crushing poverty of Cubans
Who still suffer defiantly under 38-year old Cold War sanctions
Even though the dreaded Soviet enemy received grain from POTUS
During the height of the Cold War;
A war that dissolved into the empty promise
Of democratic capitalism in 1989

Terrorists?
Terror is.

Not knowing whether you will be alive
In exactly two minutes
Tick, tick, tick
Because night riders in white hoods
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Might drag you from your dream
Tick, tick, tick
Into a nightmare
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Placing a noose around your neck
Tick, tick, tick
And hang you from a tree
Tick-tock, tick-tock
While you helplessly watch
Tick, tick, tick
Your wife and daughter
Tick-tock, tick tock
Brutally raped
Tick, tick, tick
In front of your burning
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Emasculated
Tick
Body
Tock

Time is about to cross the finish line
The deaths of 5,000 
May multiply to 5,000,000
If the world continues not to hear
POTUS is the reigning antichrist
Raining death from above the clouds
The industrial war complex is the ultimate host of anti-angels
They want US to pretend not to hear
Wave the flag
Sing God Bless America
Recite the Pledge of Allegiance
Prepare to die
Forget the past because
POTUS needs you Black Man
POTUS needs you Red Man
POTUS needs you Brown Man
POTUS needs you Yellow Man
There's a new nigga in town
It's Mr. Sandman the new nigga
POTUS and the boys are ready to string a few of 'em up.
The Bill of Rights might as well be
The Charmin that you wipe your ass with
For God's sake, "Please don't squeeze the Charmin."

Three passenger jets
Flung like erasers at a chalkboard
Just smudged 509 years of Euro-colonialism 
Just blurred 225 years of Americastory
Which continues to tread on Ourstory
Don't let POTUS wipe the slate clean
With the blood of September 11th's innocent
To cleanse the consciousness of the guilty
Who STILL do not hear.

- The Seventh Sun 
September 26, 2001

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