Only One Stood Up!

And
The Power Game
[Two Poems]

By 
Frank Williams

Airplanes used as bombs.

Human cargo,

Mortal flesh,

Minds twisted,

U know what happened next

911 wasn’t the end,

nor how it all began.

But in quest to capitalize on ignorance,

Showing slides designed by MGM

To mesmerize you by power point,

Cause power is the point,

Used to sway you,

Convince you,

Lead you like the pied-piper,

Controlling your mind to believe,

Revenge is the way,

Forget our slip ups,

Our mix’s up,

Let’s mask the way we dropped the ball,

Get you emotions involved,

Call you unpatriotic

If you questioned the call

Of War—

It was imminent,

Cause we need the oil,

We will get it with rapid recoil,

The bullets will fly,

It’s combat,

C O M B A T,

So drop two tears in a bucket,

Can you dig that?

But through it all,

Democrats and Republicans,

All through the Pope’s, Churches, and the analyzes discussions,

The power took top flank,

Showed you how liberty can lose rank,

And what it is

Is what it will be,

And if you don’t believe,

We can cause you to lose face,

Stir up trouble for you to become the blame.

Only one stood up

Only one stood up

Only one stood up against this inhumane thinking,

The irrational beliefs being served

Would serve no purpose,

The color of faces holding flags,

Put out by the government to show that

We are not shook,

Standing together and embraced,

Did not move her,

For her thinking is rational,

And isn’t earth a mother,

And isn’t the beings called man-kind,

And isn’t the purpose of man to be vice generates,

And isn’t the elements related to women,

Mother Nature,

Yet, man take the place of God,

They want to rule the world,

Like pinky and the Brain,

These are characters,

Who are insane,

Make you think we are defending what,

The blood stream, the red river and the blood stain bodies,

Carried out, shoot up, blown up, and

Some bodies strapped with bombs,

On suicidal death missions,

Claiming to be carrying out missions,

In the name of God,

This stuff is twisted.

Only One stood up against the powerful

Only one stood up against the status quo

Only one stood up and she was bold,

She didn’t buckle,

She didn’t fold,

And she stand for Mother Nature,

She stands for human nature,

She stands for life’s biggest purpose,

She stood tall,

And you can’t hurt her,

Cause she stood on the foundation

Of what is right.

You cant buy that with all the oil in the world.

You can’t buy love,

You can’t buy freedom,

You can’t buy liberty,

Because you will still be in debt

So what did you buy?

She didn’t sell us out,

She stood by what she believed,

Her name is,

Congresswoman Barbara Lee.

The Power Game

Democrats and Republicans,

Both sides’ plays mental chest games

Instigating head-trips and

Inciting heavy head games,

Keeping this country divided

Using poverty as a tool,

And taking lives

Playing war games,

Steadying lying,

Yet keeping it real,

So who’s the fool?//

Those guys are pies in the skies

Selling dreams and schemes,

Sending out false hope

With twisted meaning alternating the scope,

While they live privilege lives,

Living out the American Dream

Dreams that changes like a chameleon

From aspirations to degradations,

From hope to dope,

From pride to broken lives

From ambitions to suspect ion,

You see every one becomes suspect,

What you expect man, this stuff goes way back,

Deeply embedded is the candy cane strips mixed with hatred,

My ancestor’s remember the guns held to their head,

Being snatch out of bed,

Being enslaved to be your comforters,

Your providers, your economical wealth,

Entertainers and

Just plain objects man,

What the Hell!//

Personal is personal because I am in your house,

This is business so you better comprehend,

Get your hand off your chin,

Like you are looking distant,

You too,

You are broken down in division.

Yea!

Every last one of you,

I am this and I am that,

I am for this and I am for that,

This cause and that cause, This cause and that cause,

This cause and that cause!

It is mighty funny your house is the White House,

Designed by a Black Man,

Yet you are fighting for the wrong cause,

In your house by the physical,

But, I understand the design of the pyramid,

The mental you can’t penetrate this one,

Cause game recognize game,

And you can’t check mate me in your house.

The trick is that I aint tricked!

In your house,

Hell, I help built this place,

My ancestors shed their blood and face,

And you think you can make me feel disgrace?//

You’ve been sold out!

Their pocket are lined with milk and honey,

Golden ores and platinum portfolios,

You are the investments,

They are betting on your woes,

 "Having it their way,"

Recognizing you as the game,

They had humanistic psychologists study your patterns long ago,

Back in the day

I know it is a shame for you to hear the truth,

But every dollar made is tripled off you,

Afterall, don’t you think that they are representing you?//

I am a Democrat!  No! No! No!

I am a Republican!

The mentally ill isn’t funny man,

The way we carry on,

We can give the DSM IV and the dictionary

A whole new description

Of ignorance and

What that means in medical terminology?//

But game recognizes game.

Once you understand the game,

You have to play the game

Or continue to survive off scraps given,

Little power positions on idle

To make ones esteem uplift

Not enough income to match the titles

While fed with subliminal patriotism to pick up the beat,

And put out the heat

Set by those of little education but full of frustrations.

Man I got to Eat!//

Frustrations from the poverty belt,

Sent down and maintained for centuries, 

The master has new nigglets to help.

I know I am in your house but master can I please,

Supervise the cash flow

And play the power roles

Using the same race to disgrace and check one another

To keep each other down and in their place

Allowing a few to get through

Hell keeping their enemies in front of them and you,

By giving them top positions to use

Over you,

Because they played the game well,

Or were accepted as token nigglets,

Or they sold out well

Don’t get mad I see your face done swelled.//

It’s a power game

It’s being played and

The map has been drawn out,

Laid out,

And caste out! //

The others are feigning and fending

And are allowed to set up causes

They feel need defending

And the privilege feels amused by pretending

To understand its so-called fellow man,

But boy if you aint getting paid,

You will continue to get laid.

You will receive increases and

The tax bracket will play the game to keep you seeking

To work hard to come out of the traps laid,

And the credit card game

Setting you up to feel paid,

Bigger than what you are

Till the bills are due and due and due becoming past due.

This is how it goes down in your house!

And you still carry out your masta's agenda,

You are getting laid everyday,

And you will never break away,

Like crawdads, pulling one another down,

While standing proud,

Standing high,

Standing strong,

Believing in allegiance set forth,

Not investigated,

So proud to assimilate,

So proud to be in the presence and acceptance of another race,

So damn proud, so damn proud!

So damn proud that we defend the minute men

Like democrats and republicans.

Man, for those who were trained to believe with the real game man.

There is a big difference.//

In your house,

Between the halves and the haves nots.

In your house,

The Power Games

Continue

And always

Will,

In your house.

I hope one day

Others

Will

STAND!

And use true mental power

To

Take back

01/29/05