OUR PEOPLE’S PRAYER

our mother which art in america

(that we made and they raid!)

our father who art in africa

(¡down with frayed and apartheid!)

hollowed be your name & address—never to be expired

our kingdom come—and rest: time enough —we are tired

our will be done on earth

¡with hell behind it—and heaven like dirt!—

as it is in america

even if it brings more pain to our child’s—birth

and shall be in Africa and America…

we take us this day our daily spirit and mouldy bread

never forgiving nor forgetting our deathess

til we leave them dead

as they never forget nor forgive us/themselves for our fetters—

                       let’s put them dread

leading us straight into temptation and judgement

til we ourselves deliver us from evils of oppression and torment

:for our name’s sake

                                                 we shall putt the world at stake

for ours is the Kingdom—

        with freedom

and the power of a people/and the glory of humanity

vanity

we are tower as a steeple /for ever & ever unto liberty

so be it

be it so—so ishall it be—

until we are free—

SAY when

in the name of abya yala & pachamama.