RASTA AND WAR

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RASTA AND WAR

Posted by Amu Simon on Sunday, February 6, 2011 Under: Poems of Reality

RASTA AND WAR

I saw War running on tough speed trying hard to escape from the Rasta.

I heard War saying Go! Rasta go you gat no work in this yard.

But I Said No! Babylon!! Jah Children dem need some peace and equal Right. Is you that got no part to play in this Kingdom.

Stop manipulating the children of the Lord! Natty I say…

WAR! Got no place in this gate but we want peace and love.

So I-strens and I-drens, got to push in more wood to get the fire burning till the wicked can’t vibrate any longer. I say Rasta, keep the fire of peace burning until war is fully exhausted from every corner of the world.

Who don’t know Jah is King and that Rasta is His Messenger? Everyone must know The Rasta come only to proclaim the Truth and spread the message of love and peace to the land of the living.

Fire burn War and Babylon. But fire heal Peace and the Rastaman.

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