THE BLOOD TRAITOR DIES

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You caused my folk to hate me,

For standing by my race;

You twisted words that I might be,

Both branded and disgraced.

You turned the truth upon its head,

For rogues like you, my race has bled,

Now you must pay race traitors price,

The wheel full circle turns.

Love for race described as hate,

Our way of life disdained,

For other race and cultures,

Your love was unrestrained.

For Whites, you spat your foulest hate,

Their minds were bent to mix and mate,

And now for you, it is too late

Uncovered, you’re condemned.

The wheel has turned full circle,

And yes, my folk will hate,

You traitors, who despoiled us,

Now justice cannot wait.

My folk have shaken off your lies,

Your wicked ways stand undisguised,

Soon the cry; ‘The traitor dies,’

The rope grows tight tonight.

Michael Walsh Forbidden Poetry.

Africans Against Race Mixing: ‘We are opposed to integration. It is a bad thing and we condemn it. Why should we destroy our identity? We love our black skins and we are proud of our heritage. Our country is open to all people of African descent.’ ~ President Tubman of Liberia. (1895-1971).

Bluebirds like to be together, eagles hang out with eagles, sparrows stick with sparrows, buzzards go with buzzards. They’re all birds, but they go with their own. It is against God’s law to integrate. It’s only nature, not hatred, to keep people among their own kind. A man has to be a fool to want to live in any other culture but his own.’ ~ Muhammad Ali (Cassius Clay). (1942-2016.