I Chant

I and I chant Rastafari
speaking truth to power
while Babylon keeps burning
with holy fire.
I and I chant Rastafari
pleading Ithiopia to stretch
forth her black hands and gather
her sons and daughters from the
four corners of the world.
Bring them back to Africa, the land
of black gods and ancestors who
never really die but remain steadfast
like the pulse that beats in I and I heart.
I and I chant Rastafari so that the sleeping
bones of I brothers and sisters can wake
and walk again. I chant down prisons,
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