A Rap for a Real Revolutionary

A Rap for a Real Revolutionary

 

Bad news she softly said

Chairman Fred is dead

What was his crime?

What did he do wrong?

Being ahead of his time

And fighting too strong

 

The wind blows harsh in Chicago

Wailing woe

For the secrets it does know

We just wanted to be free

And live decently

She says between tears

As she hangs low her head

This is the worst of our fears

Chairman Fred is dead

 

Revolutionaries in truth cannot die

The question will persist

Why?

 

I insist

That we carry on

Though like so many others

Chairman Fred is gone

 

I salute you sisters, I salute you brothers

Let us not give up the fight

For one day darkness will be vanquished by light

That is the hope that is the dream

That is the motive supreme

Countless sorrows my heart has bled

Our martyrs’ blood like rivers flow

Oceans of agony is the pain we know

Chairman Fred is dead

We too must be willing to give our lives

That is how the struggle survives 

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Poet To The Poor

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A Panther’s Dream

A Panther’s Dream

 

By John Kaniecki

 

Dream, dream, dream

Dream as much as you can

One day you will grow

To be a woman or man

Don’t let the darkness destroy

The Love of life and your sweet joy

There are those of us who wish you glory

That is the Black Panther story

Nothing good comes without a fight

Just like doing wrong is never right

When we were young we fought like hell

So when you were young life would be well

You too have your cross to bear and work to do

Know our thoughts and prayers are with you

It is not children who dream alone

We dream also, those who have grown

Yet there is something about dreams really strange

The people are different but the dreams don’t change

To live a good life and to be all you can

Seems like happiness is in everybody’s plan

Child when life hits your hard and you just gotta scream

Dream, dream, dream

Dream as much as you can

Cause fighting for your dreams

Makes you a woman or a man

Dream, dream, dream

Dream 

POET TO THE POOR, REVOLUTIONARY POETRY

A Panther’s Dream

A Panther’s Dream

 

By John Kaniecki

 

Dream, dream, dream

Dream as much as you can

One day you will grow

To be a woman or man

Don’t let the darkness destroy

The Love of life and your sweet joy

There are those of us who wish you glory

That is the Black Panther story

Nothing good comes without a fight

Just like doing wrong is never right

When we were young we fought like hell

So when you were young life would be well

You too have your cross to bear and work to do

Know our thoughts and prayers are with you

It is not children who dream alone

We dream also, those who have grown

Yet there is something about dreams really strange

The people are different but the dreams don’t change

To live a good life and to be all you can

Seems like happiness is in everybody’s plan

Child when life hits your hard and you just gotta scream

Dream, dream, dream

Dream as much as you can

Cause fighting for your dreams

Makes you a woman or a man

Dream, dream, dream

Dream 

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Exciting book of new song lyrics.

"A Man Named Geronimo" by John Kaniecki

It is the duty and responsibility for a human being to be concerned about his bellow human being. As a Christian we must embrace all with Love. It is the fundamental and greatest command of God. Love walks hand in hand with Truth. If we want to improve the future we must honestly assess the past.

The story of Geronimo Pratt is yet another tale of misery in America’s sordid past. Geronimo was found guilty of murder while the government knew without doubt that he was innocent.  The powers in the United States allowed an innocent man to go to jail because of his political persuasions.

As an artist and a poet I feel it is a necessity to expose the lies that are perpetrated. If you have never heard of Geronimo Pratt I invite you to hear his story.

Democracy Now Talks To Geronimo Pratt

Here is a poem that tells the story of Geronimo Pratt.

A Man Named Geronimo

by John Kaniecki

I served my country

But it did not serve me

In battle I fought beyond the sea

But I was not free

These medals adorning my chest

Prove I passed the test

While those who convicted me on a lie

Sat idly by

Safe are those who profiteer

The same who condemn and sneer

Twenty seven years I have spent

A prisoner of the government

Until truths came out

And proved enough doubt

For a judge to proclaim

My conviction was a shame

I am a soldier, a warrior

A Panther

But above all what I am

Is a man

And from the grave hear my mighty cries

Defying their diabolical lies

For the evil of the present to last

They must deny the past

Do not let my story perish

In your bosom cherish

The truths you know

Of a man named Geronimo

I invite you to explore my book “Poet To The Poor, Poems Of Hope For The BottomOne Percent” for other riveting poetry.