Showing posts with label Fred Hampton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fred Hampton. Show all posts

Sunday, July 5, 2026

In The End We Began

 In The End We Began

 

Greed was the American way but who are we                                  

Long live Nat Turner in the land of the free                                      

I know the Navajo share the Hopi dream                                          

Langston Hughes sung the blues in a dismal scream                         

 

In the end we began so the saying goes

A hot kiss in the apocalypse FIREWIND blows

In the end we began and nobody knows

In the end we began if only love grows

 

Orange you so glad that we’re becoming great

We’re stuck behind fifteen balls all number eight

In Chicago Fred Hampton lives on the wind

Get ready for pay day it’s the wages of sin

 

In the end we began so the saying goes

A hot kiss in the apocalypse FIREWIND blows

In the end we began and nobody knows

In the end we began if only love grows

 

If I was cynical I’d mention Charles Manson

On Monday Ted Bundy was simply handsome

Neil Young lost his groove somewhere in the great divide

I’m forced to fight cause there’s nowhere left to hide

 

In the end we began so the saying goes

A hot kiss in the apocalypse FIREWIND blows

In the end we began and nobody knows

In the end we began if only love grows

 

I am a patriot defying unjust laws

Black Elk speaks and Moses had flaws

FIREWIND is the band of my dreams

They blew up building seven so it seems

 

I’d insult you but you really ain’t worth the time

Nothing worse than poets who cannot even rhyme

Ronald Raygun is burning in the pits of hell

Jesus saves I say isn’t that totally swell

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Saturday, September 27, 2025

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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