Are we a warrior?

The earth is alone and I give thanks for the fullness. Within the firmaments is golden days and blossoming nights. His gently hands made I-man: son of Him. Life was divided and sweet harmony come in. Women and children are we a warrior?

Oh Cupid! it's stupid! Let not you arrow from your bow! LORD!

Faith is a mountain so silent and filled fountains of waters for all of His loving creatures. He give us wisdom and knowledge! Understand His love.

Do we have to have a war? Are we a warrior? Oh Cupid! it's stupid! Let not your arrow from your bow so hold it low and never let it go.

What cause? You have a pistol in your hand! Lord! Is it for to shot a man down dead? Do we have to have a storm? Lord! Why can't we be calm like a lamb? LORD! Lord above! It's not only when there's a small confusion: it is a war! There other ways as well. Sometimes being confused within your own head because at times, hearts get heavier than lead. Are we a warrior?

Oh Cupid! it's stupid! Let not your arrow from your bow, so hold it low and never let go. Take a look at sad children and tales of their true stories. It should be one all round glory! The hour has come and still I can see no love! It's a war for food, clothes and shelter and crying of mamas and papas.

Are we a warrior? Oh Cupid! it's stupid! Let not your arrow from your bow.

Prophecy is now revealed: the son of man won't take heed! The hurt he is giving out while life is taken in a sudden shock, the crying of the people multiplying all over. Jah will give an answer to any Rasta cry-out. Are we a warrior?

Oh Cupid! it's stupid! Let not you arrow from your bow! Never let it go!

Trevor Sutherland

David's prayer for Solomon

Give to the king thy judgements, O God, and thy Righteousness to the king's Son. He shall judge thy people with righteousness, and thy poor with judgement. The Mountains shall bring peace to the people, and the little hills, by righteousness. He shall judge the poor of the people, He shall serve the children of the needy, and shall break in pieces the oppressor.

They shall come down like rain upon the mown grass: as showers water the earth. In the days shall the righteous flourish; and abundance of peace so long as the moon endureth. He shall have dominion also from the sea to the sea, and from the river unto the ends of the earth. They that dwell in the wilderness shall bow before Him; and His enemies shall lick the dust.

The kings of Tershish and of the isles shall bring presents: the kings of Sheba and Seba shall offer gifts. Yea, all kings shall fall down before Him: all nations shall serve Him. For He shall deliver the needy when he crieth; the poor also, and that have no helper. He shall redeem their Souls from deceit and violence: and precious shall their blood be in His sight. And He shall live, and to Him shall be given the gold of Sheba: prayer also shall be made for Him continually; daily shall He be praised.

There shall be a handful of corn in the earth on the top of the Mountains; the fruits thereof shall flourish like grass upon the earth. His name shall endure for ever: His name shall be blessed in Him: all nations shall call Him blessed. Blessed the Lord God, the God of Israel, who only doth wonderous things; And Blessed His glorious name for ever: and let the whole earth be filled His glory; Amen and Amen.

The prayers of David the Son of Jesse are ended. David.72.

Lord of Moray

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, our brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
signifying nothing."

William Shakespeare, Macbeth, v.v.19-28.

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Well it was Sunday bloody Sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the Free Derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!

Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday’s the day!

You claim to be majority
Well you know that it’s a lie
You’re really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When stormont bans our marches
They’ve got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
It’s those mothers’ turn to burn!

Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday’s the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday’s the day!

You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody union jack
And you know what it’s worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea!

Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday’s the day!

Well, it’s always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep falls road free forever
From the bloody english hands
Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for london or for rome!

Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday’s the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday’s the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday’s the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sunday’s the day!

— John Lennon and Yoko Ono