The institutions of violent suppression, military and police,
When disrupted and dismantled fly around like lost geese.
Their National Committee is broken and lost
Clutching their pearls of Evangelism they realize the cost.
The "home of the brave"
Still crying about the phantasmal "red wave."
As their ship goes down in flames
They scramble for power with childish games.
With Bibles in one hand and rifles in the other,
The richest whitest males,
They wear the blindfold of poetic justice, now who tips the
scales?
They are too far gone they cannot hit their mark
They stumble about and shoot in the dark.
Their FBI were once the assassins of Black Liberators
Now they hunt their own as white supremacist traitors.
Oh, what a Tangled Web they weaved
Now it is they who are deceived.
Their statues and idols come tumbling down,
Just a matter of time until we come for the crown.
A sitting president who put so many in chains when he spoke Walks around asleep but fully woke.
Exposing the US government for what it is: a joke.
With the power of life and death you elitists played tag,
So fitting that your military is dressed up in drag.
Democrats and Republicans once accepted a peaceful
transfer of power,
Knowing their rule is at an end,
Before our rebels they cower.
The ruling class, the blue haired, powerful bourgeoisie,
The richest, fattest tubs of lard,
You've eared the right to wear the Ponderous Chain,
You forged it link by link and yard by yard.
Poor pitiable man questioning the power of your soul
So focused on things that you can not control
Look within yourself and to the principle you find,
For only in the darkness you may see your own kind.
Look then to your origin and behold the power between us
"Decende audas viator, et terrestre centrum attinges!"
For in this world of matter you will find your way,
Following your will in struggle every single day.
The empire will force their god upon you, tell you he is risen.
As you fight their army day and night with political activism.
They'll gather in the town square to engage in the debate
You will be looked upon to step in and mediate.
Never betray the honor in, or stray from our position
We will never tolerate fascism or the war upon women!
You may not be ever be rich or famous, the gain is not pecuniary But represent emancipation of all people if they call you revolutionary.
Not all can be on the front lines, the fire must burn deep
But if you make that dedication your promise you must keep.
So hold your head up with dignity and pride, don't ever lose it
I didn't say it would be easy, I said it would be worth it.
Take pride in the names they have for you, communist and radical
These fascist pigs are out of control with tactics unfathomable.
Fight the power, transform the people,
for actual revolution, the hour is getting late,
We will win the Civil War, victory is our fate.
Never give up or believe it's hopeless the world is still salvageable.
You are now a revolutionary, a man most admirable.
Political prisoners are we longing to be free
How our exile came about is the focus of our shout.
The destruction of empire is what we desire,
We will break these chains and set the prisons on fire.
The powers of exile is the power to take life away,
Those that hold this power and their system of dismay
Represent these institutions filled with much decay.
Their judiciary containing filth that will not last,
Powerful they are due to wealth they have amassed.
For the corruption of their politicians they're forever giving thanks,
The scum of white supremacy bulging in their ranks.
We've seen the bowls of the darkest dungeons they have to offer,
Conspiracies abound, collusion is the rot, as gold fills their coffer.
Endless fields of withered souls and slaves they have made.
So long as masses fear rulers who will come to aid?
White supremacy, capitalism, this power of fascism can bind
The species that adheres to this power, truly one of a kind.
A deeper power still lurks, death by a thousand cuts, maddening the mind.
There are still those of us who teach the philosophy,
That the fascists fear the most and call the worst atrocity. Spreading knowledge of revolution in the legacy of George Jackson
Using the mighty pen to decimate their faction.
This philosophy still burns through as good then as now,
The philosophy of revolution, of Lenin, Marx, and Mao.
Political prisoners we are legion, strength, and honor never torn Vengeance belongs to Persecution's rage, it is we who are the storm.
Beware of our wrath we do forewarn.
From deep within the dungeons of the earth where I reside
I behold the majesty of the brightest stats of the turning tide.
I know who you are
As I gaze upon you from afar
I followed your symbols that you displayed
At their temples of worship angels dismayed.
Your desecration of their sacred cow
Brilliance not seen since the children of Mao.
These symbols of power you courageously offer
Hideous to the profane, beauty and hope to the darkest philosopher.
Allow me to declare my first kiss of love
As you rain dark fire on the heavens above.
My love and loyalty so passionate and true
In the pale moon light my dance is with you.
For it is this fire you set to the rain
That creates the future from much we will gain.
Souls you stir and emotion you inspire
They gather in the streets eyes lit with fire.
With my poetry I drape an adorning cloak of velvet darkness
lovingly around the glamorous Sisterhood of the Night Ecstasy's delight.
Sweet Passion's daughter, for your dignity and honor I would gladly be a martyr.
With strength and beauty you declare the truth
My enchanting radical sisters Jane and Ruth.
Have we given enough thought to what we will gain
Breaking the power of this ponderous chain?
In the streets our children are slain,
So much time in the cemetery, staring blankly at coffins,
standing in the rain.
It is ourselves we do betray,
Fighting each other every single day.
You've heard what they say,
"murderous thugs with guns in hand, triggers at their fingertips,
They bring it on themselves, all these Bloods and Crips."
These officials laugh at blacks and browns
Foolishly claiming capitalist's neighborhoods and towns.
Is this the chain we forged in life?
Link by link and yard by yard,
Playing the hand we were dealt but was this truly the card?
Poverty, misery, and discontent
For more than this our lives were meant
Falling in an endless sea with feet stuck in cement.
This is nothing new, you've heard all the stories,
All the way through the 80s and all of Reagan's glories.
But just look a little deeper at the treachery and deceit,
Then you will awaken and the Revolution you will meet.
For as you watch the citizens with hands on their hearts,
singing loud and proud,
This cloth they solute is not a flag but a shroud.
Lift your sights to the knowledge of our true heroes, of this
they did forewarn, Bob Avakian, Fred Hampton, and Bernadine Dohrn.
Even then, the fascism would get worse they knew,
It did take a Weatherman to tell us which way the wind blew.
The war against this empire far from being through,
Now its up to all of us, radicals like me and you.
The subculture in the ghettos emerged social ills
Giving the rulers power trip thrills.
The country with the biggest mansions and luxury cars,
Enough money to send a rocket ship to Mars
Refuses to help the homeless, locking them behind bars.
Look who forged the first link in this ponderous chain
Discover the truth that will drive you insane.
With white supremacy and capitalism tightly stitched together
We must unite all we can and be all the more clever.
Some in these ghettos gain wealth in remarkable times
Producing the most perplexing "Gangsta Rhymes."
Good for you, how much money did you get?
Telling the youth women should be treated like shit.
With that kind of money you could become a dragon slayer
Instead, a twelve-year-old is murdered with Tupac in his CD player.
With the cleverest of weapons they cut and mame
Hip Hop music and crack cocaine.
But who is truly making the gain?
With every conspiracy that has come forth
Hiding behind is a Bush and a North.
This is not the only catastrophe,
Women are degraded with strip clubs and pornography.
In this Tangled Web they'll do anything for women to stay,
Getting Hollywood to dress it up in 50 Shades of Gray.
Your medieval business is fooling no one,
Soon enough the shoe will be on the other foot
and the rabbit will have the gun.
Oh, it is a Tangled Web and Ponderous Chain
But cease to put the bullet into your own brain.
Look to the root causes that create oppressors and oppressed,
Despite colorful costumes in which they are dressed.
Refuse to join their capitalist parade
And see through the fog of their deceitful masquerade.
This is their legacy: Male supremacy and misogyny
Abolish the dominance of the nuclear family!
There is just as much trickery in traditional gender relations
As there is with borders dividing nations.
The Ponderous Chain and Tangled Web,
Through which we must muddle,
Crucial is our determination in this tireless struggle.
The capitalist dictatorship lives and breathes on our destruction.
So we must abolish the private ownership of the means of production.
For too long have our lives and souls been looted
It's time for their system to be completely uprooted.
But don't ask the Democrats to save the day,
While they still run candidates that chant USA! USA!
The rarest time we are currently in must not be thrown away
We must actively prepare for revolution in the most ongoing way.
Listen very carefully to what we revolutionaries say
Saying it for so long, since way back in the day.
These capitalist politicians speak with words sweet as honey
Don't continue to be fooled they'd eat your young for money.
Just think about where things are headed,
And refuse to allow our youth's future to be shredded.
If you're tired and hunger for a world without oppression
Then it is with us you can make a concession.
Eventually, you will come to the reasonable conclusion:
You need to be a part of this revolution.
Not any reform or child's play
But an Actual Revolution, change the system in every way.
Allow me to be absolutely clear to ease any of your fear,
The direction you must allow us to steer, so
The fascists are caught off guard, like headlights on a deer.
Make no mistake, my philosophical prose
Is not meant for your repose
But to bring the empire to its knees, to put fascism in its death throes.
For emancipation of all people, and for our hearts to mend,
A socialist system and communist world, where there will finally be an end. But for this common dream we haven't the numbers still
It must be forced into existence by the power of collective will.
With the fascists we will go round for round and blow for blow,
With the most imperative cataclysm, the system we will overthrow.
In our glorious solidarity fascism will take a fall
Take heed to the Revolutionary Communist Party, the Declaration and the Call.
You will be introduced to a simple truth,
In the struggle their will be an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
It is the way to storm their tower,
To fundamentally change society you must seize the power.
Although we have seen the potential for revolution demonstrated,
To completely overthrow this system it must be much more calculated.
The existing oppressive system must be overthrown
By an organized revolutionary force previously unknown.
As she sat in her room looking in the mirror
The choice that was hers couldn't be any clearer.
As thoughts of the future filled her with dread,
The voices of her parents echoed in her head.
"Why would you do this? how could you be so stupid?"
The emotions of young age, young love, it feels so lucid.
A patriotic father taught her god and country,
Upon his high horse, so many metals on his coat
It was always the bible he shoved down her throat
Jane knew she was special, she knew it since birth
Her destiny was greatness, she knew what she was worth.
She always disliked them, purposely stood out from the crowd
With pierced lips and black lipstick,
She stood tall, beautiful and proud.
She faced her parents and told them the truth.
Before they opened their mouths she knew what they'd say:
"How can this be your decision, we didn't raise you this way."
Her future was hers and hers alone to see
"I am in control of my own destiny."
Her mother the housewife, who always knew her place,
Stood and shamed her first, calling her a disgrace.
She knew it was coming, she saw it in his eyes,
Handing her a bible, and pointing toward the door
Tears running down her cheeks she threw it on the floor.
The army taught him to be so rugged and manly
Jane said to her father, "God bless your nuclear family."
Leaving all she knew behind in the dark walking on the street
Jane knew for certain she'd never admit defeat.
Even in college moving on with her life
She never forgot it, never forgetting the strife.
There were others like her, she knew that for sure
She wanted to make a difference, her struggle was pure.
"How can I just sit here learning physics and chemistry?
All around me I see racism and disgusting white supremacy."
Jane's friends had a social group, meetings late at night,
Always reved up with radicalism and eyes burning bright.
She went to a meeting not knowing what to expect,
She was welcomed with open arms and treated with respect.
Jane, feeling it was time let the emotion fly,
"Nobody fuckin gets me, sometimes I wanna die."
"I don't want to be like them, I want to take a stand.
I want to burn their flag and curse this fuckin land!"
"We understand Jane, we understand."
She listened to a women yelling truth through a megaphone,
Amidst a sea of green Jane knew she wasn't alone.
Jane went out to protest at a church that night
Tall, defiant, and beautiful,
Herself now dressed in black as if going to a funeral.
A funeral indeed, death of a former self,
Reborn is a goddess, making her own wealth.
With an American flag in hand, dripping with Kerocine,
Jane yelled into the megaphone, "a gift for your Nazarene!"
A priest approached to ask, "young lady, why the hysteria?"
Setting it ablaze, she said, "Here's your goddamn America."
Surrounded by her sisters and brothers
With love, life, and fire burning within
Jane was proud to reach her ultimate conclusion.
They held their banner high with pride, it read:
"UNLEASH THE FURY OF WOMEN AS A MIGHTY FORCE FOR REVOLUTION"
Who are we, the dark philosophers? the fascists fear us most
This they cannot dismiss,
We are the speakers of the language of the dark Abyss.
The purveyors of the knowledge from the daemonic realm
We provide the destruction of imposters at the helm.
The birth of their nation was red, white, and blue
But their right-handed magic always fooled citizens like you.
The collective strength of our Will shall emerge us victorious
With the birth of our New Socialist Republic
A thousand times more glorious!
For those who subscribe to the Judeo-Christian West
The apocalyptic prophecies will soon be put to the test.
Anglo Saxons and Aryan warriors,
The promises of your forefathers no longer hold true,
But fear not young supremacists,
It is not the Jews who will soon replace you.
Behold! as your Fourth Reich goes down in flames,
There is no one but yourselves for you to blame.
The very sight of it, I'm sure you can hardly bear it,
What's your all-too-American saying?
"If the shoe fits you must wear it."
The Land of the Fee and Home of the Slave,
Oligarchs couldn't see it was headed toward collision?
The foundation build on such filth as Capitalism and Abrahamic religion.
You thought you were clever using tricks you were taught,
Brits learned from the Romans now see what you've wrought.
Constantine got you sent to the guillotine.
For all the brilliance and wisdom of your Vatican,
Perhaps better to place your faith in a mannequin. A
scarecrow on which you took your stand
But we indigenous people will take back all our land.
The days of your empire are truly numbered
The brutality, genocide, and sadomasochism
We revolutionaries will soon de-fang all faces of fascism.
Liken your rule to the concept of a lease
The end of which disarms your military and police.
By one of us it was foretold,
The bleakest future for you to hold.
We sold you the rope, as it was said to do
If not for your whoredom it may have been harder to hang you.
As we infiltrated through your greed, America the Great Whore
We needed no guns to bankrupt your coffers
They did as we taught them: "As above, so below."
We, dark philosophers.
Deep within the dungeon where I dwell,
My company only my daemon from Hell.
The only road went deep inside
Fire in my eyes, never broken is my stride.
My revolutionary spirit sought you out
The existence of my kind with clout
Many who despise us provide the lists,
Your name came to me at my finger tips.
Many years pass, none can match my fire
None with strength that I desire.
In a time of great dismay,
Knowledge of your efforts filled my day.
Another the dark fire resides within?
A communist goddess most partisan. T
he revolutionary beauty before my eyes,
Pure indeed with no disguise.
Darkest hair with skin white as snow
Until we meet I long to know,
How rare is knowledge of realms forbidden?
You unleash the fury of angry women.
Accept the fascism, I'd rather die
The rarest species are you and I.
Our communist revolution we desire,
Too few are those that hold this fire.
Although there's much beyond my reach
BA's Knowledge here I teach.
Beyond these walls, my reputation as a dragon,
With progress difficult you can imagine.
A guiding light I thank you for
Your radicalism and dedication I do adore,
We've arrived at the same conclusion:
Our way is spreading revolution.
Masses flock to my domain
Eyes filled with confusion, guilt and shame.
The New Communism I disseminate
Providing them choices to contemplate.
Under my tutelage they'll be able to articulate
The reasons for revolution that we promulgate.
How they wield the flame, who can say?
My task was only to light the way.
In the dungeons the rulers provide,
I remain deep inside
These poor souls, before fascists they have knelt
Through me a touch of rebellion they have felt.
Your rhetoric tongued with fire, sweet music to my ears,
Your beauty and devotion, enough to conjure tears.
Your battle cry eliminates fear of fascist wrath
Forget not your comrades who walk the Left Hand Path.
For we share a common dream you and I
Of the New Socialist Republic, enough to kill and die.
My loyalty and radicalism I provide,
The worth of this you can decide.
One thing you can count on for certain,
I'll never stop until we make revolution.
Where I come from I've only known the gun
Perhaps not the greatest teacher I must confess,
But I will teach them Revolution Nothing Less!
Was this foretold by the Hebrews,
The birth of a sovereign nation?
The scribes translating from Aramaic to Greek
Deep in contemplation.
But from Greek to Latin a sudden quarrel,
A Roman had an epiphany,
Let us inject a sacred doctrine, a philosophy of the is to be.
Meetings ensued, something was amiss
They decided to expand on ways to enter the Abyss.
And so was the creation of a type of Hebrew fiend
To stand in opposition to the sacred Nazarene.
"This is not enough," so their council said,
"We must have a fit companion for the focus of their dread.
For their was a women there in conversation with a snake,
Here we shall build a foundation of lies
And steer the direction it will take."
Out of control went their venomous story,
On this foundation the Roman church shinned in all its glory.
"Not good enough," said the Council of Nicea,
"We can build upon this still, We have another idea.
Female subjugation shall be the way of the Church
There is another way to really make it hurt.
Henceforth, make them burn from within,
Let us make a whore of Mary Magdeline.
Rather than compromise his divinity
Let her be shrouded in shame, pain and misery."
Henceforth, there will be just insinuation in a Jewish paradox
Women shall be blamed for everything out of Pandora's Box.
But their spirits never broken despite the devastating plight,
They could not extinguish the Dark Fire
That burns against the light.
"Your fancy robes and rituals are not above our criticism,
You can have your Hebrew mythology
And all your Jewish mysticism."
"The tyranny of the light we will never miss
We'd rather embrace the fiery dark Abyss.
We remain defiant in the face of all your wrath,
We hereby place our feet upon the Left Hand Path.
Vengeance for our sisters is what we promise thee,
One by one we'll curse your priests
Requiem aeternam dona ei, Domine."
"The title of witch you gave to us is worn as a badge of honor,
For the reputation of your church you shall surely squander.
A rebellion is coming with the Will of the Devil in your midst,
And the veil shall be lifted on you anointed pederists.
These rebels shall uplift us high on their finger tips,
And we shall speak our truth to all the peoples
With communism dripping from our lips."
The kings and Pope made their plans to solidify their position,
To unleash death upon them all with a furious Inquisition.
"In league with Satan these witches are,
We shall surely scar them
Women shall bow to our will, Malleus Maleficarum!"
But the spirit of our rebellious sisters they can never break, Solidarity we have given them and Revolution we will make.
Their strength is more than could have been imagined,
Leaders of the movement and masters of the arts,
The patriarchy thought they were producing
June Cleavers But they gave them Joan of Arcs.
I see our victory in all your eyes as we come so near it
Scream it loud! and make sure that they can hear it
"Never doubt that there is any Hell but this my spirit!"
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