Riding For Freedom

Riding For Freedom

 

Living in a one-room shack with a bathroom out back

The world was divided between white and black

It seemed forever we were under attack

Living in a one-room shack with a bathroom out back

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 

Lead Belly sung the blues about Mississippi Rivers

One too many martyrs I’m missing Medgar Evers

Freedom is easy to say but it’s bought with blood

One day good sir these rivers are going to flood

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 

The good die young unless God got a special plan

Children can’t help to grow into a woman or man

Why do they always forget the life of the young?

Like signing a song forgetting the verses sung

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 

We fell in love against impossible odds

They’ll never make it so said the gods

But Love has a mind of its own

And Love is the finest thing known

 

So here the story ends but there’s much more to write

One day the darkness will be turned into light

Jesus was crucified but the tomb is empty today

I’m still riding and I’ll be riding no matter what they say

 

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

What else was there to do?

I was heading for Jackson riding for freedom

All I could do was think about you

 POET TO THE POOR, REVOLUTIONARY POETRY

Where’s Tupac? Words On MLK Day

I'm on a quest to post at least one blog post every day for this whole year. So far, so good.  Today is Martin Luther King Day. In all likelihood, his assassination was ordered by the United States government if not done by the CIA. One day I hope we learn the truth. Not only about the murder of the civil rights activist. But also about JFK, John Lennon, and even Tupac. 

You see, in the United States, we have freedom of speech to a point. I can post this blog, and the powers that be really don't care. Though more connected than most, I am, at this point, essentially insignificant. However, if people were to rally around my words and try to change things, the whole issue would be escalated.

The United States is a seedy place. We claim to be the greatest nation that ever existed. Yet if I walk Manhattan Streets, I pass lofty towers. In those buildings, warm and secure live the ultrarich. Sleeping in the bitter cold below those who are penniless. That is not great. Again, we can send billions to Ukraine to kill and Israel but can't fix the drinking water in Flint, Michigan.

I want to remind people that when MLK took his antiwar stance, he was met with stiff resistance from his fellows. Also, at the end of his life the, civil rights activist began to embrace socialism. But history wants to isolate the Dream Speech.

I wrote these song lyrics in the psychiatric ward of East Orange Hospital. It was there that I learned more about Tupac. Timothy was a fellow patient. We clicked and thought each other quite sane. Maybe somebody could put a melody to the words?

Where’s Tupac?

 

Timothy didn’t need a clue in pain

Clearly dearly together and both sane

Chaos in the crowd speaking much too loud

In comes the Hells Angels speaking you proud

 

Where’s Tupac when we need the truth?

Where’s Tupac when they betrayed our youth?

Hip Hop didn’t stop with Buddy Holly

Santa Clause was always red and jolly

 

Crazy lazy or just out of your minds

I have seen the light and boy how it blinds

Eastside Newark my eyes are watching you

Purple is red and of course much worse blue

 

Where’s Tupac when we need the truth?

Where’s Tupac when they betrayed our youth?

Hip Hop didn’t stop with Buddy Holly

Santa Clause was always red and jolly

 

All heroes fall recall Elvis Presley

Even Old Neil faces eternity

Quit the crime isn’t that now crystal clear

Nineteen Sylvan place drop by for some cheer

 

Jesus is my savior Jesus is my hero

Numbers are everything numbers are zero

Tupac shall return he’s got much to learn

The sky is high and the fire’s gonna burn

 

Where’s Tupac when we need the truth?

Where’s Tupac when they betrayed our youth?

Hip Hop didn’t stop with Buddy Holly

Santa Clause was always red and jolly

Take a tour into the world of mental illness and see a human being. Please check out my book “More ThanThe Madness.”

Cry Freedom (To Trudy My Nurse)

Cry Freedom (To Trudy My Nurse)

 

By John Kaniecki

 

Cry freedom, cry and wail

Awesome, awesome is your tale

Steven Biko the former saint

With rainbow colors so you paint

Cry freedom, shout the scream

Never sleep, never doubt the dream

Words they fail

Actions prevail

Cry freedom I shall cry along

Together the better in melodic song

Righteousness, bliss & sweet lover’s kiss

Evil is wrong

CRY FREEDOM CRY!

Live or die, Love is why!

The chorus before us
Jesus

Messiah on the cross

His gain our loss?

Cry freedom cry

NO MORE TO CRUCIFY

Cry freedom cry

Truth tells no lie 

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