To forget, to lose
Origin is map
Compass and guide
Excise the root
The fruit will comply
For, the branch that is blind to the source of the soil
Dances with death and begets nothing less
At the behest of story
Memory attends
A tale told by a tyrant
In the tone of a friend
In the war between nations
Between women and men
The wickedest of weapons
Of course, is the pen
It depends on nothing more
Than the flick of a wrist
But the damage it inflicts
Breaks generations
Yet we don’t condemn
As the bomb or the bullet
Though the pen does kill
Way more than the regiment
What is the death of mere skeletons
To the death of intelligence?
The death of the body
To the death of the mind?
We can find more soldiers
But murdered memory
Must be re-membered
By a people
Blind
Osiris is scattered
Isis must come
But Horus the young
Rejects his own mother
As we reject darkness
Especially when feminine
If you wish to see sickness
Then this is your evidence
Memory, memory
Where for art thou memory
To our shame, our dead
Mere stones in the cemetery
But the dead are the living
And the yet to be born
So it’s not death that we mourn but the changing of form
And we scorn our past it’s the mask that we wear
On our masters behalf, and we ask in our prayers
To be made over, by Jehovah
White as the cliffs down in Dover
Cos you know you believe what they told ya
And the truth that we hold is a boulder
So you beg to forget your exposure
Bury your head in the sand to the shoulders
And hope someone else is gonna solve it, but
You are Peter Jackson
They wont fight you squarely
Those that claim they’re superior
Believe the contrary
Forgetting is begetting
A self
Amputated
And the part you’ve negated can’t be replaced with
All of the stars and the stripes they emblazon
On blazers and faces and races inferior
The narrative the story that causes hysteria
The savage, the baggage, the marriage to myth
We must divorce from the source of the sick
Severed from centuries
Cut from continents
Hidden in view
Who is responsible?
What is this omen?
That sings of a time
When stories of mine
Have the gall not to hide
But to scream their solution
In picture, in rhyme
Remember
Remember
Remember
Re-member