Showing posts with label Malcolm X. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malcolm X. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 09, 2016

SAVE THE WORLD OR LET US PERISH IN IT

Save The World


Save the world



The destruction of our environment, the violence erupting daily in our society, the domestic violence robbing us of peace, the constant rape of women around the world, the killing of innocent people with biologically processed diseases, etc., aren’t issues of concern to many people because they don’t care.



A victim of a terrorist attack, tsunami, violence, AIDS, Ebola, Zika virus, etc., has a story to tell you more than one who hasn’t experienced anything. 

I am an African, from a continent that has suffered all kinds of aggression, persecution, invasion, looting, diseases, depopulation, and biological terrorism at the hands of Europe and America. How do you expect me to react?

Whatever happens to an African isn’t an issue of concern to many Europeans and Americans. AIDS, Ebola, Lassa fever, Zika virus, etc., were laboratory-manufactured or man-made diseases by Europe and America and inflicted on Africans and Latin Americans as bioweapons. 

The media has covered up the crime in favor of those responsible for the medical crimes, yet their voices are heard anytime terrorism hits Europe or America.

Genetically modified mosquitoes are spreading the Zika virus, yet the media and the American government want people to understand it’s just a normal disease. What kind of normal mosquito is it that when it bites, your head shrinks? 

Why is America causing suffering to others? Why can’t they test the disease they invent on their own people, but they choose the poor and the underprivileged? Is that the true meaning of superpower or democracy? What kind of God does America claim in him that they trust?

No one cares about Africa, but I do, because that’s where I was born. If the leaders are corrupt and can’t do anything about the use of Africans as guinea pigs for drug testing, I will speak out, because I’m not afraid to die. 

If Africans and Africans in the Diaspora fear dying, then they should by the books about Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, and Martin Luther King Jr, to read and learn something about them.

If those Black leaders—Steve Biko, Kwame Nkrumah, Marcus Garvey, Nelson Mandela, etc.—were cowards and afraid to die, African-Americans or Black people wouldn’t have reached this far. 

The reason I’m not afraid to die is that I am imitating them. You need to be a sincere, honest, or faithful person before you can understand me, but I am not going to beg anyone to understand me, because such qualities are hard to find in people.

Many ask me if I’m not afraid to speak against people: What a stupid question! It’s because of fear that Africans can’t move forward or progress. 

Many don’t even have the ambition to try something in life to be successful or fail. It’s because of fear that the White man leads the Black in everything today, but not because the Black man is stupid.

It’s because of fear that Europe and America treat Africa badly. It’s because of fear. Instead of African leaders confronting Europe and America over those medical crimes, they polish the White man’s shoes to get gifts into their pockets. 

It’s because of fear; many Africans claim AIDS and Ebola are curses from God. It’s because of fear that an African can’t scream or react if a White man is maltreating him.

It’s because of the fear and love of money; many Africans are pastors, yet their deeds don’t show that they are servants of God. It’s because of fear. The statue of Leopold, a king who killed over ten million Africans, including women and children, still stands in Brussels, while there is no statue of Adolf Hitler, yet there is a Black politician in Belgium. What’s his significance?

Fear is an enemy that kills the coward a million times before his real death. I want to die just once when my time comes, so I don’t have any room in my life for fear to occupy.

I know the truth hurts; therefore, I don’t expect everyone to like me. Yet still, I will not change my life or the tone of my articles because I am Joel Savage.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

BELGIUM HAUNTED, A POEM BY JOEL SAVAGE


Patrice Lumumba, killed by Belgium after losing the country

Patrice Lumumba, killed by Belgium after losing the country.




"It is Sunday morning, May 25, 2014, the day everyone has to go to the polls to vote for European and federal parliamentary institutions. This is a day I should have been happy, but I was so sad that I wrote this poem."



He was an evil king
His name was King Leopold II
He wore a sheep's clothing
And he deceived the world
As a humanitarian and kind person
He killed, tortured and maimed
Thousands of children, women, and fathers in Congo
He burned down villages and rendered children homeless.

This man was cruel than Idi Amin of Uganda
Yet the Belgians praised and rewarded him for his cruelty
They built statues and named streets after him
Without considering the crime he committed

Without taking into consideration the innocent blood he shed
Where is the justice in this world?
Belgium whatever goes around comes around
You shall surely get your reward.

Despite all these crimes against Africans
Belgium today despises Africans
They planned a system of government like Apartheid
Keeping our children to sit on the bench to watch them
Africans only eat and live without progress
How can your country progress when you act this way?
Belgium you will surely reap what you have sown.

Belgium don't forget that your country 
Was built on the blood, tears, torture, and suffering of Africans
In the name of greed, Ivory, and Rubber
The spirit of Lumumba, the one you killed, is calling for justice

The spirits of the innocent blood you shed, are calling for revenge
There isn't any escape route for you Belgium
Your crime has brought dishonour to your people and country
They don't know what shame is, that is the reason
They continue mistreating Africans

But you must remember Africa is a land of culture 
We believe in our cultural values
Belgium you will never progress and move forward
If your task is to cause suffering to others

If your task to alienate and isolate Africans  
Belgium, until you change your wicked ways
Your country would be under dark clouds
Of haunts, hallucinations, and fear.

You can't continue to bite the fingers which fed you
Belgium would have been nothing without Africa
Our children need better education and job 
I will die and go down happily in my grave

Even if you despise me Belgium
Because everyone would remember 
The name Joel Savage, the only man
Who faced Belgium squarely and spoke of its crime
While the world sits and watches, because justice is raped. 

Dedicated to Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey, Kwame Nkrumah, Haile Selassie and all those who sacrificed their lives to bring the black man to this destination.