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Poetry: This Fire Must Burn
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By Ras Tyehimba April 21, 2003
The wind must blow The river must flow The pages of history must turn The fire must burn This fire must rage until it reaches of age Where it mellows into a smoldering coal Providing sparks through the wisdom of the old Glowing so softly that fools think that it is out But the spear of the nation is alive and burning In the very few or us that are flying
Don't you see that the tide is turning Do you see consciousness slowly growing? Do you see truth spreading? Slowly but surely Where are you heading? Down the road of carnal gratification? Can money buy salvation? Can the car I'm driving, the life I'm living make me forget my divine self; that I'm black? Must I just stay silent in the back And do nothing while you attack... me?
My Afrikaness is not a badge of servility But rather a fiery banner for uncompromising revolutionary activity The spear of the nation is burning The tide is turning
Have you forgotten the mother that raised you have you forgotten the mother that raised you, while others slaved you have you forgotten the mother that praised you when others cursed you that appreciated you while others hated you that nursed you while others wanted to hearse you our loss of history has caused us to lose sight of our divine destiny but hope is alive, lying among our conscious elders who like a smoldering coal will provide the knowledge to unfetter our soul and spark the fire that will take us higher who is the ember who will make us remember that we used to traverse the universe
Let us delve into the sea of our consciousness Out of this sacred union of male and female energy cometh life Let us arm ourselves with this key of life The exploding drum dissolves in vibrating forces of energy Yellow meets blue, making green Out of Nature come cometh red, blood, red and passionate A red drop of truth, meeting the beating heart of ourselves Flowing like the tears that have gathered for years. Knowing that i will never die, I fly And why must I fly? Because... The wind must blow The river must flow The pages of history must turn This fire must burn....................
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