Dignity Beyond Persecution
Honorable Roger Toussaint
Rebirth Of Marcus Garvey

In this format of a communists Society; Toussaint a man
who is persecuted for protesting against slave wages,
in the principalities of life, and dictated and gagged by
the order, he shall not speak, to be summoned in the
words of blind justice, that he shall not go against the
laws made by the dictators, he may not speak; In this
life one must sometimes loose to win stripped of his
rights to defend his cause, in the prosperity of a subtonic
Presentation of summary in the oppositions, To do are
to dye, to dye are to live, Evaluations of power that
sanctions the rights of dignity, beyond persecution,
Mastery of Self. Man of integrity the minister of spirit.
Finding of principal, might of power, in a order of
f thieves that set before the table.

A black man under all odds stood tall, and the warriors
of principals that stood before him, a thief has
no loyalty to color, only by his on proclamation of order,
nevertheless man feels that what dose not effect him ,
will not effect another, but in the rules of life, a thief
only has loyalty to self, the poor shall be the one to suffer,
Bluntly called thieves, in the media of persecution,
A black man who stood again before the cross of
persecution, who speaks for the soldiers, who stand
for freedom of life, when the dictators presented
his fate jail him, he has over stepped his mean,
to tell the dictators, I am a man which is due to all man.

Meekness, simple laws of loving self; the hero or the coward saving self;
The soul that dies a thousand times, when the soul of will would die once.
Wave the Flag Black man, Wave the Flag, Black and White stand together,
Brothers and Sisters hand and hand; I thought once how my ancestors
Sing the sweet songs, of love
The souls that march upon the clouds,
And the sound of the ancient drums,
Humble the elders that carry the cross
to carry the crown to place upon the warriors heads.
The soldiers begins to beat the drums
And the spirits rise upon the clouds,
as I sing the Nubian anthem
the ancestors who brought me cross.

Through the struggles of a diversity, the constitution
Blackness was won, nevertheless the scars
Continue to bond after the glory was won.
In this mean less area of time, the image has stood the
abomination of heroic bureaucracy the soldier who waved
the banner, the battle of a lost generalized consumption
of spineless association that brittles the thoughts of unity.

But while the image has stood the test of time, soldiery of
confinement the soul has no strength of its own, what dose
it takes for the image of a king, to stand up and claim his
rightful place? Crying that the soul is governed by another,
who has know power only if the mind allows, the glory came,
and the definition of warrior has declined, the politics that led
to that moment has been cast aside by cowardly conformity,
if man who lives through another mans eyes of a hopeless survival,
and the brother the savior who has given his life, that his brothers
should walk the red carpet, the king that lied upon the cross, to
give a devil greater power that has know control only if the mind
gives it freely, Assassins of the abomination, and the treason
of the glory, confinements of genocide amnesia; particularly
known, as wisdom and spirituality, the by laws of God, the
rainbow reflects the cries of the soul,
the dead roots which continues to dye slowly,
Helpless when the water sits upon the door,
Roots that refuse to save self.

If I must go down; a warrior of strength, Toussaint stands tall, he walk with dignity as he face the media of a lynch man rope, don’t be the one to pull, when the marksman steal your freedom, and laughs behind the back door, in title the submissive slave, In my observation of warrior, his words cry from the eyes of a true soldier, the rebirth of the warriors of freedom, freedom is not free, and a warrior will not bow down, honor my brother of the Caribbean land, A true Soldier is not a man unless he shedder of his blood, he walks with dignity, and the spirit of his souls speaks, let not my hierology speak of weakness, I will walk on the battlefield alone, as a man if I must, what is life if you can’t subside under the lynch men rope, He stands tall my black brother shall not go out In a cowardly conformity, he stood tall and took the burning bullet that man set before him, I shall die with dignity; Let not my horology speak of weakness I shall walk on the battlefield as a man what is life if I can't die like a man. Every man must die, so If I; I choose it as a King. A coward dies a thousand times but a brave man dies once. I shall not go out in a
cowardly conformity; I shall stand tall if I must. Take the burning bullet, which sets before my death. No one recognize the warriors, because many have never fought a war, only wisdom brings calm to the pain, nevertheless the dead soul has know compassion only to self, Oh what a bitter taste of brim, but the spirit of God walks I have fought for a cause; lies upon the dark; the inner man shall not awaken from the dark, the bite of the bullet is much to hot, the valley is closing in as I take a deep breath, the warrior is not a warrior; until he has shredded blood, words are a hopeless survival if the unite is divided, we shall all fall at once, under the emancipation of slaves, who continue to use the black race through the fire.

I shall dye nobly as my brother Jesus who laid upon the cross,
if we must die, I shall take your hand; And we shall look
upon the skies, as you my brother, As I ; we shall go at
one time. Let not thee suffer, take the last breath, that
I Shall march through the skies; There shall be no tears,
I the soldier of God, Their shall be no pleading, I shall
carry the cross; as my brother upon the skies, so I shall
give back to thy brother who died for me. Grave that
lies upon my trust; I shall not die, as the murders that
stand Before me, when you speak of my death, you
shall never remember a beginning plea; My body is just
a carcass; but my spirit shall fly free life, beware of
the walking dead, I shall not bow over.

But the tears that shall flow from my mothers eyes,
It's not the coldness of my brother,
Who kill me because he feels that he can, Dark
as the night that the blood runs From the leaded bullets upon my chest.
Know man knows the battle of war until he has bit the bullet of death;
It is not the horror that sets before me,
However, the image a King you may believe in hope he has died,
in those terrifying screams of death around us
that remind me; another tribe castrated through the mind
has passed on. Plunge in a black body bag, another one out the way;
The hidden darkness that surface the face of a snake, Never
realizing death for death, nevertheless one might Live upon
the earth, and one whom moved on to a better place.
The wind, the storm, the sun, waves fare well,
it is not the satisfied look in my brothers eyes, he have Killed
his brother in degradation of racial hate, no sympathy that he express,
The devils children have struck again, oh what a bitter Spaceman
of a dead mind, who cannot control, the Leaded bullet of death,
which rises upon the mid night
Horror that lye upon my chest, the screams of the
mother They have killed my son.

The rose have cuddled in a fetal position I shall never forget, the pain of thy
birth, She have know position her self to the same event those steady
and merciless black fingers, Oh but the devils who planed my death,
there is a greater power than he, I will meet you on the other
side when you feel that you have castrated me of my manhood,
be still serpent of Satan, the lord will speak, and when he do,
you will see the power you thought you had.
Oh the hand on the trigger, know mercy, upon the beaded eyes
of death, holding the darkness, that seeks my death; hell gaz
e me in the eyes, as the assassins plan my death, I have moved on,
but unto I shall leave, I shall return. I shall live within the mind of;
The assassins who stood before my death, If thy take thy life,
thy take ones own, for and Eye, tooth for a tooth, I shall return,
I take my journey on the Black train who slowly drives upon my
Space, the black smoke that spreads upon your house of shame,
I walk as a black man, speak as a black, and I shall rule as a
black man on the other side of my fathers house.

The people has no say, children stolen and sold,
without freedom of defense, every child worth 500,000 in grants,
18, 000 children in foster care, freedom taken away from
the parents in control of their young, parents locked up
when the child refuse to go to school, nevertheless parents
are sanctions when they discipline their young,
Children are told to call authorities on the parents who
give them life, to do or to dye, to dye are to live, wake
up people, today the Blackman tomorrow the multi color
rainbow, freedom know longer stands in this place call the land of the free.