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    SON OF JOHN

    Once
    There was a child
    So lose 2 dying
    The vultures were circling overhead
    The villiage elder told his mother
    Leave him
    He's dead

    But then before the child
    Stood a warrior from a rival clan
    He knelt down and held
    The dying child's hand
    Gave him water 2 quench his blistered lips
    Careful 2 give but a few sips

    And the child survived
    Raised 2 believe all he learned was a lie
    He swore vengeance on his family
    An eye for an eye
    And during a raid on his former viiliage
    The descision was made
    He sent his mother, father and brothers
    2 an early grave

    He kept his sisters alive
    Girls like them were such a special prize
    He watched stoically as warriors
    Raped them
    Igonoring the tears in his sister's eyes

    And one day
    He sat
    Chewing kaat leaves
    But before he even spat
    He was ambushed by ghost men
    Wearing foreign hats

    In the hull of a ship
    He survived by drinking rat's blood
    And eating infant's S--T
    Disembarking in a strange land
    With alabaster hands
    Forcing him 2 stand
    Like a totem
    Checking his teeth
    And squeezing his scrotum

    In this new land
    He was shamed
    Forced 2 work sun up 2 sundown
    And learn a new name
    From that day and beyond
    His name would be
    Son of John

    He plotted
    An escape
    Feuled by warrior's pride
    And intense hate
    But learned much 2 late
    He was betrayed
    He was brought back 2 the plantation
    Whips sang
    Black skin flayed

    And then there were
    Rumors of war
    Civil
    Four was the score
    He escaped and joined the Union Armyy
    Vowing 2 be a slave nevermore

    After the war's end
    He was free
    But chose instead 2 remain
    In the Union Army
    His fight 4 freedom was won
    But America had a new decree

    His sargeant called him
    Johnson, my NI--G-R rover
    2 the Native Americans
    He was called Buffalo Soldier
    And yes he was indeed fierce
    Many bellies of pregnant women
    Did he pierce

    And when the West was won
    He realized he could amass
    A tidy sum
    So he became Black Jack Johnson
    The hired gun

    His reputation was such
    Even hard killers were afraid
    The prostitutes were disgusted
    Because he never bathed
    But there was one
    He loved her so much
    He wanted her 2 have his son

    One night
    After a day of gambling and hard drinking
    He made love 2 his favorite prostitute
    Thinking
    After we're done
    I'll tell her she's leaving with me
    After we're done
    And then...
    He fell alseep, awakened by the rising sun
    And thru sleep eyes saw
    His favorite girl holding his gun
    She said quietly
    With bitter tears in her eyes
    My brother

    THIS IS FOR MY FATHER AND MOTHER

    ..and so the story ends
    For the Son Of John

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    • 21 December 2010
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