Global Intifada

We’ll have a global intifada

Min Gaza illa Irlanda

La hureya wa a9dle

Allumni intifada

We’ll have a lot of intifadas from our fathers and daughters

We won’t totter when they shot us like the martyrs that taught us

So don’t bother to tighten the noose or lose collar

The tighter it gets the fighter spit gets harder

And we’ll holler louder and be heard farther

We’ll raise one voice that joins across water

When a Palestinian in Bel'in throws a rock

It clanks off American tanks in Iraq

And it drops in chicago on a ghetto cop

And ends up through the window of a Nike shop

But don’t stop and it plops to my Chiapas ladies

Senorita Zapatista toss it over to Haiti

Through Bolivia Colombia a rumbling volley

Through Africa and Asia rage on US proxies

All colonies of robbery and poverty living

Each are one bar of the imperial prison

One might feel free cause treats they’re given

But the jail still stands if one man still is in

But listen, the winds of change are hissing past

Instead of bars of the cage we’ll become bars on the staff

Each community a note in the freedom song

One harmonious chord a chorus so strong

Every puppet government of the empire puzzle

Piece by piece will cease into rubble

One by one or maybe all at once

It comes tumbling down and crumble into the dust

Then stand up, shake it off and move on

And prepare a new era to finally dawn 

So think globally and act locally

Make the police see that our goal to be

To unfurl one world community

Beginning with resisting American hegemony

Shake off occupation

Shake off US domination

Shake off Western colonization

We’re ganna shake off the cops and wake up our nation

Shake off the cops and wake up our nation

We’ll have a global intifada

Min Basra  ill Nicaragua

La hureya wa a9dle

Allumni intifada

Min Alexandra ill Alabama

It's time for Americans to Join with the rest of the world

In resisting the oppression done in our name

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Fallujah
Inspired by solidarity visit to Fallujah in May 2005.

Chorus:

You Can’t bomb a resistance out of existence

But you can bomb it into it (2X)

Fallujah

My eyes cry to drive through ya

You were hammered and clawed and sawed screwed ya

They shoot ya fulla holes like Swiss cheese or gouda

You insisted on resisting I raise my fist to ya

An unnatural disaster from the a master of pain

A hurricane of the tanks and planes

The big bombs rained, remains are blood stained

From the martyrs that watered the streets of slain

Fallujah

Strangled by checkpoints and buried in rubble

Kept in trouble

Confined and binned in Bush’s bubble

Occupation forces roll through the streets in tight groups

Shiite from the south, contractors, and US troops

Mob cowboy thugs raring blaring their guns

Boys in hummers and pickups having too much fun

Drive too close get blown away

Better pray and hope they’re not having a bad day

People look their way with despicable hate

Staring and glaring showing they’re irate

Well I aint surprised there’s hate in their eyes

When building supplies and food have tripled in price

And armed masked guys raiding houses at night

Shooting insulting and looting beating down rights

With sixty percent of homes crushed to the floor

It’s left them a shit load of stones to throw

Yeah it’s left them a shit load of stones to throw

CHORUS

Resistance

In self defense we’re relentless

Every action a reaction intense more each instance

So listen to the glistening fires and cats hissin

Its the war machine and people blow the piston

With pistils and rocks, AK Klashanokofs

They spanked the tanks as they clanked down the block

Sneaking round corners rocket launchers cocked

Sling shot stinging swinging like Ewoks

Tell me what choice to they got

When their boys have been shot

Do they have a voice or do they not

Should they be forced to let rot

What would you do if its your crew

Of course you would of fought

Just like they did

Native Fallujans in flaked grids

Blowing up hummers and clogging up tank treads

The only foreign fighters were American kids

Sent by politicians who are flipping their lids

We've got poor Arabs fighting back poor Latinos and blacks

While male fat rich whites sit back and laugh

And pray LA and chicago don’t copy cat

Imitate Fallujah launching counter-attacks

Just imagine if when the cops are rolling into the ghetto

They got showered by rocks and shot from the shadows

What will we do when there’re tanks in our streets with the cars?

Checkpoints and soldiers enforcing marshal law

Will we be like Fallujah will the people rise?

Or will we keep with our petitions and picket signs?

Pacifism is a privilege apathy is a crime

Wake up and smell oppression it's long passed time

That we join with poor people from the east and the south

And together we’ll bring this Empire down

Together we’ll bring the Empire down

CHORUS

From Fallujah to Jenin

Basra to Rafah

Kabul to Ochoa

Tehran to Uganda

Bolivia to Chiapas

DC to LA

Resistance is fertile it’s the empire’s grave

Resistance is fertile it’s the empire’s grave

CHORUS

You can’t bomb our resistance out of existence

But you can bomb us into it

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Our Story

Palestine is the story of genocide

Ripped out by the roots and scattered like ashes

Erased and replaced by white settler fascists

Disgraced labeled “terrorist” or was it

"Savage"?

Palestine is the story of genocide

Iraq is the story of occupation

Colonial carnival, parasitical barnacle

Teeth sinking blood sucking conquering chronicle

Fallujah to Basra, or was it

Nicaragua?

Iraq is the story of occupation

America is the story of occupational genocide

Ancient villages clear-cut like old growth forests

See the massacres and slavery that be before us

From the rez to the ghetto

From the jail to the barrio

See how far we can go to grow and grow America

Or was it Rome?

America is the story of empire

And we now how that story ends

Iraq to Philistine

New York to New Orleans

You see we are the story of resistance

Indigenous existence

Autonomous persistence

As the distant sun glistens

We are rising

No more compromising with genocide

No more tolerating occupation

No more sign-holding, sidewalk-marching, letter-writing, petition-pushing passively pathetic pretense of protest

We are rising b

Is it

America or Algeria?

Iraq or Vietnam?

Philistine or Philippines?

We are rising

Refugees will be returning

Reparations will be churning

As the bourgeoisie is burning

We are the story of resistance

We are the story of resistance

So listen this is prince’s kiss wake up and raise your fist

Resist happily ever after

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A Revolutionary Pedagogy

I’m a middle class white came up in the suburbs

KC, MO with well-stocked cupboards

Catholic mother and father loving service of others

Republicans but pullover for another

I first met oppression in primary school

I was hated alienated and the kids were cruel

As grooved to the tune of a different flute

I was insulted and assaulted but was seldomly mute

My schools were half black and I noticed the difference

In disciplining of the children and the tracking system

I hit on all the girls while spitting feminism 

Had the vision activism purpose for living

Evergreen State College nestled deep in the foliage

I found corporate fascism and knowledge of privilege

Eco villages, puppets and sustainable farms

My study groups - Earth First, Food not Bombs

But with white hippy punks, I got bored

And wished to challenge all the privileges with which I was born

So I decided I was ready for a heavier course

And enrolled in the school of revolt the third world

I’m a student in revolution

I’m a student in revolution

Came from the burbs gotta raise the curve

I am a student in revolution

I took a quick field trip to the Gaza Strip

Mission ISM begin flipping me tips

I gotta grip of occupation and colonial killers

Lessons in resistance popular and guerilla

I was filled with respect my instructors with guns

Never slept as they kept the tanks on the run

As we crept to the houses that were shot-at for fun

I faced fear as the rest of my test had begun

Mortality fatality pop quiz in reality

A fellow student stood and was brought down gallantly

I saw her go under in a thunder of her dignity

And learned death burns but its only the beginning 

One month later sniper took another schoolmate

And I checked C and turned in my test to be graded

Took leave to grieve and not become jaded

Concentrated making my heart educated

I’m a student in revolution

I’m a student in revolution

Gotta burst my zones, a lot hurt to grow

I am a student in revolution

I applied to Palestine for a second semester

Was accepted to Tuwani, taught me got me to question

How the East is being replaced by West

Settlements represent western conquest  

I’s blessed to chill in the villages still left 

Roots planted firm ancient protest

The shepards and their herds and kids go to learn

Farmers and their fields and the butter to churn

The sun burns in the dessert and the seasons turn

Indigenous existence is resistance this I discerned 

I’m a student in revolution

I am a student in revolution

Indigenous text from East to West

I am a student in revolution

Third Semester to Palestine I applied

Was denied, the lord of the border did decide

It was a lesson in fascism and border locks fastened

Imperial castles with moats so impassible

But no hassle, there’re other classes to be took

Other places to look and occupations of crooks

Booked to Iraq the dock in the colonial brook

So I studied abroad Babylon text book

It was a course in war and armed struggle that roars

Depression isolation and fear with locked doors

Division blurred vision what fight is for

Muppet puppet whores and mob, crime lords

It was more complex than I’d thought to expect

Resistance kids were mixing with the terrorist threat

I did get that despite the divisive climate

The fish are still fitter than the fisherman’s net

I’m a student in revolution

I’m a student in revolution

Despite division the fight still living

I’m a student in revolution

I got a new last name changed to pass

Got my ass back to Philistine fast

For another look at struggle with the knuckles of brass

And to stand with the masses being beaten and gassed

I found people united, excited and fighting

I found people divided, too tried and frightened

Gaza life’s brightened but the cage is tightened

And the PA’s paving the way for Apartheid

And it appeared so clear that my role is here

Spreading fever fervor in the emperor’s ear

I hold dear, the lessons I was blessed to adhere  

In the intifada Honda I was taught to steer

I’m a student in revolution

I am a student in revolution

I’ve passed some classes but I’m far from masters

I am a student in revolution

I’m a student in revolution

I am a student in revolution

I’ve got a lot to learn about what to burn

I am a student in revolution

I’ll be back in the US for awhile, my almamater

To apply some of the lessons I learned about resistance, insurgency, and struggle

I am anticipating my final upcoming final exam