Bush Doctor

The sage, singer, poet Bunny
might tell you stories of his brothers
if you let him find you

Tuff Gong Bob
laid down popular scripture
Jah whispered in his heart

But Peter…
Peter Macintosh was a teacher
of social studies and music
of theology and metaphysics

Holding reasoning
before rudeboys and statesman
at the head of the class with chalk in hand
and a rifle slung over shoulder
as if to say the War of Armageddon is at hand

Rising above his own mercurial youth
he crafted revolt in song with wailin’ soldiers
fine tuning Bob’s guitar and politic
While Bunny kept balance if not peace

Up from Trenchtown, shouting apartheid down
chanting up Selassic spirit across oceans
and over rhythm and government yard blues

400 YEARS…
NO CHAINS ON MY FEET YET I’M NOT FREE
DEATH IS NOT IN HEAVEN
MIGHTY JAH IS A LIVING MAN

You can’t blame the youth
when Columbus and slavers
are regarded as culture traders

When a large state beckoned
it was because men grow up and apart
Growing pains put stress on brothers and band members
Ras Peter refuted media-stirred feud
“They’re trying to create ‘superstars’…”

More important work to be done
Militant-activist-roots-rockin
island foundation, iya vibration

Seismic Nyabinghi beats carrying
the demands for answers
Why is everyone crying for peace
but none for justice?

Wolde Semayat, bush doctor,
conjured questions from contraband smokes
Don’t criticize it when your country
is built on rum, piracy,
police brutality over a little herb
and poor people go hungry

Babylon shitstem is moderate captivity
I&I refute the pale ‘jesus’ they throw at us
like so much politricks and white superiority
Intelligent Diplomat for His Imperial Majesty sing
bravely in the face of Prime Ministers and nemeses
“Downpressor man, where you gonna run to?”

Peter Tosh, walking razor dangerous
Not bending to babylon will
even after spirit was rend from flesh
by bullets of turncoat agents
I&I leave no epitaph, listen to the echo
of cries against colonialism, capitalism,
and everyday vampires

No politician but a sufferer of consequences
a fighter with art as weapon of choice
justice first in his voice, God in his heart

Dreaming, I ask,
Teacher, what is today’s news?

No need to know
wha’ a gwan inna Babylon right now
I&I fe do some work, seen?
Jah work”

 

 

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