Un-American, They Say

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National Anxiety

National Anxiety

danger

in the air

smell it

taste it

Its presence

pervasive

blended fear

and hatred

thick

like mist

at dawn

when cold

encounters

warm

intolerance

and ignorance

converging

in a storm

of closed

minds

and open

mouths

foolishness

spewing out

echoing

Sunday morning

talking heads

in verbal bouts

no love

for either

no respect

from either

screwed

Repubs

dry f^ck us

Dems

use lube

still hurts

nerves worked

like slave backs

welts felt

from way back

privilege denial

“We held no chattel!”

Might vs. Right

still engaged

in battle

recompense

dreaded

subconsciously

embedded

Liberty

half-buried

on a beach

is how they said it

through emotion

picture show

scripted

Bright Eyes hollers

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

and arts reveal

what so many

hearts conceal

today

- HymnAgen

Technozombies

Technology zombies

all around me alarm me.

Marching like a mindless army.

                                               

This sh!t is beyond me.

They’re plugged in around the clock

being programmed

and they can’t stop!

It’s black ops !

They are under the spell of the cell;

can’t tell what’s fake from reality.

In actuality, caught up in a virtual world –

preferring cyber sex to the flesh of a girl.

Looking at @sses

with 3-D glasses;

Rubbin’ out bio-hazards.

Nasty b@st@rds

walking down the street in a trance;

smartphone sticky from the skeet in they hand.

Watch out! Damn,

another zombie hit by a van.

Fool didn’t look –

transfixed by some tweets and a book

full of faces hadn’t thought about in ages.

Frontin on instagram pages.

This sh!t it outrageous!

We’re helping the man re-enslave us

with the tricknology that he gave us.

It modifies our behaviors

by making us tame.

Keeping us from gettin’ hip to the game

like dilly b!tches,

caught up in they tumblr pictures.

Blowing kisses in mirrors

wearing nothing but britches.

Sh!t is ridiculous!

MK Ultra: no one’s suspicious.

It’s remote mind control

changing humans to drones.

Altering our chemistry.

Fvckin’ wit our memories.

Turning friends to enemies.

Kin folk to foes,

while they’re kickin’ back counting they dough

What?

You didn’t know?

-HymnAgen

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The Last Laugh

In my mind

I am defined by my capabilities

not your perceptions and assumptions,

and those I invite to dwell in my circumference

and share in my blessings

have learned the same lessons.

We studied from the same texts;

read from the same handbooks

to avoid the pitfalls

and elude the ambush-es

so many fall victim to…

Implemented resistance to

their propaganda machine and its messages.

Counteracted their brainwashing efforts with

Truth-to-Power tactics –

debunking the manufactured

disinformation their media puppets

disseminate to the public

and expect it to be accepted

as fact-u-al

when in act-u-al-ity

it’s bogus!

Packed with distractions

promoting inaction, acceptance, and fear –

just like that God damn Serenity Prayer

posted in a frame on the wall for years

in my parents’ living room.

Perhaps you know it?

But left to our own,

we discovered Last Poets

while rummaging through their LPs and 45 stacks.

Thank goodness for the advent of Hip-Hop and Rap

that spawned “sample research”

and drove some to sift

through record collections

for new-to-us riffs –

resurrecting the passions of Gil Scott-Heron.

They were inspired.

Those voices of resistance ignited a fire in later generations

who became Public Enemies

that formed X-Clans

to become Righteous Teachers

and support Spike Lee features.

Seeking to regain the right to control our public images,

and be valued for more than our court play and scrimmages.

To project so much more than the gangsta and whore

narratives university studies explore

time

and time

and time

and time again:

What’s Wrong with African-American Men?

I contend – not a thing.

We perform as intended.

Succumbed to the protocols recommended

by the Learned Elders (of Zion) they label a hoax.

Yet we feel the effects of this ruse the most

in this so-called post-racial America.

We strive to fulfill Maya Angelou’s vision

and rise yet again

just as generations of strong Black women and men have done.

From field to the ‘hood,

from blue collar to white,

from projects to mansions

some have risen despite

every effort to keep us imprisoned

through deceptive religions,

unfunded schools

and a political system of two party rule

that behaves as the New Order of the Ages

prophesied in the pages of 1984.

Was Orwell a seer or something more?

A eugenics engineer, perhaps?

I don’t know but what’s clear

is the fears of Rodney King have yet to disappear,

‘cause many of us still can’t just get along.

So shut up with that bullsh!t Kumbaya song.

You don’t love me!

You suspect me of thuggery like it’s simply part of my genetics,

as if my propensity for violence is so deeply imbedded

in my make up I can never wake up from it.

But I assure you,

I am not sleeping.

I’m watching.

Studying.

Intently peeping out game.

Learning the ways of the devil so I don’t make the same

wicked moves when my people return to power again

to destroy false distinctions between races of men.

The Greatest Lie born of the Enlightenment error.

Conveniently told to support a reign of terror

that keeps the few in control over the many.

That transformed the frozen north into the lands of plenty

on the backs of southern labor,

through the blood of southerner’s toil,

for the theft of valuable resources

from conquered southerner’s soil.

But Aquarius is dawning

as Pisces fades to black.

Spiritually and physically,

they feel they are under attack

from Gaia’s great payback.

As the saying goes, “It’s a mother.”

Yet few exhibit any contrition for not embracing me like a brother.

But there is irony in justice.

So as all this comes to pass,

me and mine will laugh best

for me and mine will laugh last.

-HymnAgen

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The Real War

I feel the frustrations of a nation

rising from the fear of genetic decimation,

comingled with the fear of continued subjugation –  

suspicions fomented by cultural isolation.

As predicted by the Kerner Report, we are two nations.

Now allow me to draw this correlation:

These conflicted populations

represent in this equation

North and Southern Hemispheres,

and the Southern’s realization

that the North ain’t played fair

since before colonization

right through today’s economic exploitation.

Wherever Southerners live

feels like we’re under occupation

by the military arm of rich Caucasians.

See these abhor their own poor.

They ship them off to fight their wars.

Those who survive are given multiple tours.

If they hate them to that extent,

just imagine how much more

they hate your black @ss by simple extrapolation.

Poor race relations is a tool

that keeps us both acting like fools

subjecting our ridicule on each other

while they rule over us both unchallenged –

secure in their positions,

divide and conquering potential opposition.

Remember they killed King AFTER he spoke up for the poor

and that imperialistic Vietnam War.

Don’t get distracted by their tactics anymore!

That white and black sh!t is small.

This is a war being waged by classist b@st@rds!

-HymnAgen

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The Economic Threat We Face

Some will believe and some won't, but I urge you to watch these videos. I learned about Jonathan May from Milton William Cooper's, Behold, A Pale Horse. It is interesting to hear Paul Volcker mentioned especially since he is heading up Obama's Economic Recovery Advisory Board. The fox is guarding the hen house. Enjoy. Be moved to action. Share!















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