Chords for Mutabaruka - Dis Poem (Runnin'away riddim) - mashup/remix

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This poem shall speak of the wretched [Cm] sea that washed tips of these shores.
[Gm] Mothers crying for their young swallowed up by the sea.
_ This poem shall say nothing new.
[C] This poem shall speak of time.
Time [Gm] unlimited.
Time undefined.
This poem shall call names.
Names like Lumumba, Kenyatta, Enkuma, Anibal, [Cm] Akaton, Malcolm, Garvey, [Gm] Haile Selassie.
This poem is vexed about apartheid, racism, fascism, the Ku Klux Klan, [Eb] riots in Brixton, Atlanta.
[Gm] _ _ _ This poem is revolting against first world, second world, third world, division, man-made decision.
This poem is like all [C] the rest.
This poem [Gm] will not be amongst great literary work.
[Am] It will not be recited by poetry [Gm] enthusiasts.
It will not be quoted by politicians or a men's [A] visionaries.
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_ This poem is knives, bombs, guns, blood, fire, blazing for freedom.
[Ab] Yes, this poem is a drum.
A shanty.
[Gm] Maa maa. _
Shanty.
Maa maa.
Hibbo.
[Cm] Yoruba.
Naya bingi warriors.
Yohuro.
[Eb] _ Namibia.
Yohuro.
Yohuro sweater.
[Gm] Yohuro Africa.
This poem will not change things.
[Dm] This poem needs to be changed.
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_ poem is a rebirth for people.
A rising, [Cm] awakening, understanding.
[Gm] This poem speaks, is speaking, has spoken.
This poem shall continue even when all shall stop writing.
This poem shall survive.
You, me.
It shall linger in history, in your mind, in time, forever.
This poem is time.
Only time will tell.
This poem is still not written.
This poem has no form.
This poem is just a part of [A] a story.
[Gm] History.
Her story.
Our story.
Stories still untold.
This poem is now ringing, talking, irritating, [A] making you want to stop [Gm] it.
But this poem will not stop.
This poem is long, cannot be short.
This poem cannot be tamed, cannot be blamed.
The story is still not told about these poems.
This poem is old, new.
This poem was copied from the Bible, your prayer book, Playboy magazines, New York Times, Reader's Digest, the CIA files, the KGB files.
This poem is [Cm] no secret.
[Eb] This poem shall be called, [A] World.
_ [Gm] Senseless.
This poem is watching you trying to make sense from this [Dm] poem.
This poem [Bb] is messing up your [Eb] brain, making you want to [F] stop [Gm] listening to this poem.
But you shall not stop listening to this poem.
You need to know what will be [Bb] said next with this poem.
[Gm] This poem shall disappoint you, God.
This poem is to be continued.
In [A] your mind.
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[Eb] _ In [Bb] your mind.
In your mind.
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_ [Bb] In your mind.
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In [Gm] your _ _ _ _ _ _ brain.
In the name of the Father, [C] and [G] the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
[Bb] _ _ Amen.
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