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Revolution Love Song
Like an angel-warrior you descend
Transforming cold doom
Into drops of sweet water
Nourishing my thirsty soul.
Welcoming arms, sincere and kind
Relieved hungry bellies and fed starving minds.
Believed in the children and kept them from harm.
Welcoming arms, breathing and warm
Relieve my pain and heal my wounded heart.
Holding me close you whisper in my ear,
"Your skin's so soft . like butter, baby".
I melt like sweet sap flowing from a sugar tree.
Thrills of joy wave over me
As you cradle my breasts, so tenderly
With hands still strong
Yet heavenly.
Once clutched a Smith & Wesson
With the same sense of purpose
To defend and protect the people
So valiantly!
For tonight the revolution rest
endlessly patient
silent and wise
She knows tomorrow comes all too soon.
As the new day dawns
We rise up together renewed
Singing in perfect harmony
In one voice, clear and pure
"All Power to the People!"
"A Luta Continua!"
As the struggle continues
So that one day we all may breath free!
Diana "Iyanna" Gwinn
In memory of Gary Webb, courageous investigative journalist, who exposed the U.S. Government’s complicity in the crack cocaine epidemic.
For the children, our hope for the future.
BABY-MOMA
CIA-CONTRA CRACK-CRAZED BABY-MOMA
Steals the money for her new-born infant’s formula
Chasing the next hit...BOO-YAAAA!
Was it worth it to ya?
Deflowered
Defiled
Denied
Dismissed
Disgraced
Discarded
Shamed with lies, deceit, hypocrisy.
Blinded by confusion
Vicious circle of illusion
Told she’s just a bitch...
A crack ho.
Too numb to feel her spirit dying
Too blind to see the system’s lying
Doesn’t know which way to go
Doesn’t hear her baby’s crying.
Babies crying
Babies dying
Don’t you hear the babies crying?
Babies crying
Babies dying
Can’t you see the babies dying?
Diana "Iyanna" Gwinn
Rivers of Blood Flow through the Corporate Spine
On a conveyor belt of carnage and death
Flag-draped coffins glide silently by,
Hidden from view.
Sacrificial lambs fed to the false god of insatiable greed and endless war;
Endless war for endless peace.
Corporate spin-zone kicked the "Vietnam Syndrome"...
No body bags this time around.
Trapped in 1984, conditioned, unthinking, ignorant drones
Dwell in fear in their living tombs.
Wolves wrapped in red, white and blue
Battle dark-skinned phantoms.
Emboldened by our silence and indifference to life
Rivers of blood flow.
Rivers of blood flow through the corporate spine
Immortal machine, shiny, cold and clean.
Out of sight and out of mind.
Rest in peace till the end of time.
WAKE UP!
Diana "Iyanna" Gwinn
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