Up In Arms

Up In Arms, Uhuru J. Aama

I’m weary of asking myself the same questions.
Why why why why why!
Why, are we oppressed by the very perception of our color.
Why, do we oppress ourselves by the very impression of our character?
Why do they conveniently redefine
the freedom, the justice and the equality
so that they may indulge in the successes of our suffering?

Why are we functionally excluded from
the delivery of
liberty, equality, and equity
from an afrocentric perspective?

Why do we seek respect and approval from they that oppress us?
Why does opportunity escape us and hardship embrace us?
Why is there a conspiracy to ignore our problems?
and Why do we suffer when it becomes their problem?

Why do we, from generation to generation ask ourselves the same questions?

It’s because, they tell us, we are not one,
It is because, We tell us, we are not one.
Don’t perpetrate and propagate this lie.

We are one, we are one, we are one,
one African.

Let there be no doubt
Let us show that we are one
It’s time to take up arms.

Let there be no doubt.
Take your brothers’ arms, take your sisters’ arms
Let’s weave a strong thread,
stratified by our diversity
fortified by our adversity
unified by our similiarity

Let’s weave a strong thread with a common goal.
Let’s weave a strong thread
to be woven
into the global fabric of humanity,
to strengthen humanity,
to invigorate humanity.

Let’s build a strong thread
consisting of many fibers.
Each fiber
consisting of many peoples, brothers and sisters joining arms,
Each fiber supported and guided by others
Each fiber necessary for our intrinsic strength
Each fiber beginning with you.

‘Nuff talk, ’nuff talk.

Don’t stay back, take a stand, build a strand
Let’s make that rope
its our only hope

No more questions
No more self oppression
Let’s weave a stronger procession

I’m outta here, ujaama.

Ashe!