Saturday, March 14, 2026

Ona Move

 Ona Move


Dedicated to those slain in the fire from sky

To the men, women and children who did die

By the hands of wicked men insane

May their sacrifice not be in vain

 

Pale invaders from across the sea

Democracy, we shall be free?

The Earth echoes with their cries

Mother mourns lamenting their lies

Red men in peace and harmony understood

To serve the Creator we must do good

A brutal winter to survive

Indians in Love kept them alive

And to repay the kindness done

Each pilgrim picked up a gun

And to those not blown away

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

Arrogant minds lusting for power

A darkness of scourge to devour

Men stolen from African home

Chained on ships to terrors unknown

Victims of a diabolical plan

Beasts of burden transformed from man

Beaten, bound upon fields of cotton

Agonies the system insists be forgotten

And when the chains of iron fell

Chattel slavery deformed to a different hell

No forty acres and a mule

A little better but still infinitely cruel

The master of the opulent plantation

Shares no wealth only tales of salvation

So to those emancipated as they earnestly pray

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

From history that makes no sense

A hypothetical pretense

That we have an unalienable right

To say and do as we might

So we gather, build and organize

What we create they come to despise

For tyrants live in castles of sand

To be washed away when we understand

So John Africa with brilliant mind

Opened his eyes to truths to find

That the government is a slave to money

And humanity is robbed by technology

So to flourish we should live simple

And forsake the nonsense that clutters the soul

Yet darkness seeks to extinguish light

In Philadelphia came many a fight

Until in the city of brotherly love

They dropped a bomb from the sky above

Only Ramona and a child to survive

But from the ashes the dream stays alive

When you kill with a uniform its okay?

Gotta move gotta move this day

All in God’s name

Evil they proclaim

It’s a shame

Still I insist and say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

 

They lie about everything under the sun

Especially the evil they have done

Still there is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Move from hate

Move from useless debate

Move from science

Move from technological reliance

Move from greed

Move I plead

Move indeed

Move from war

Move from Babylon the Whore

I’ll say it once more

For I am sure

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Move to peace

Move to release

Move to being kind

Move to free our mind

Move to see

Move to being free

Move to God above

Most of all Move to Love

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

When we Move in this land

When we come to understand

Wicked powers will die

Empty demons tossed from the sky

I cannot Move for you

It’s something we all must do

Be true

And know in all we go through

Love will renew

Love will renew

Love will renew

There is something to prove

Ona Move Ona Move

 

Darkness shall decay

Ona Move Ona Move this day

No force shall make us stray

Ona Move Ona Move this day

For we too come in God’s name

We too have a message to proclaim

Our prophecies are not the same

We do not blame

Come the sun, see it rise

Look with your own eyes

Dawn’s first ray

Ona Move Ona Move this day

Night is turning to day

Ona Move that’s what we all say

Ona Move Ona Move this day

Prove what we got to prove

Ona Move

POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


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