the sleeping giant

Black man step up and reclaim your throne as the leaders of this world.
Submit to the will of your creator and harness the power of God. Let your voice roar with the strength of a pride 10,000 strong. Resurrect the spirit of Malcom, Marcus, Nat Turner, and Bobby Seal. Be not afraid of death for I stand with you proud lioness claws sharpened growling teeth exposed. Tell the children we are here. Take command of this unit as is your birth right, and watch us rule in peace and prosperity. Release the words planted in your subconscious that have kept you unaware, know that this cage is only mental. Be brave enough to trust the instinct of your DNA. Be bold enough to declare your own borders and build your own dwelling. Seperate from that which is meant to destroy you. Beg not for soup from another man's table, he who poisons the scraps he throws to the floor in your direction, instead hunt as the beast you are and take for prey what you desire. Do not allow yourself to become extinct, do not buckle at the sight of bloodshed. March with the infinite power of your creator for if he is with you of whom should you be afraid? Even the mighty giant Goliath met his death by one small stone. So go, find the highest mountain plant your feet firmly upon it , shake vigorously your mane, lean back your shoulder, touching chin to chest open your mouth and release the battle cry, roar my king , sound the horns that crumbled the walls of Jericho, sound the trumpet of the Gideon, sound the trumpet of Zion.