Fight The Good Fight Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Fight The Good Fight

Pagans came to subjugate us, with fables from their storybooks.
Corrupt the minds of the innocent ones.
Enslaved and took us to foreign lands.
They took most of us abroad.
They dropped some of us a yard.
They said they saved us from a mundane life.
Righteous people have to fight the good fight.

So, be though, as it may.
You can't break the sanctified spirit.
For God will help us on our way.
So stand firm and fight the good fight.

They claimed that they were superior, and the rest of us inferior.
They sailed the seven seas.
They spread their lies, sickness, and disease.
They tried to handcuff our brains with their drug.
You told us lies of their God above.
The Holy Spirit has revealed himself to us.
So go ahead with your evil lies.

You removed the shackles, but the scars stayed.
Shot down and died where we laid.
Gang violence blood washes the streets.
Some go to bed with nothing to eat.
One step forward two steps back we've strived.
No longer royalty for loss of pride.
Economic enslavement has been left for us.
Gone tomorrow from dawn till dust.

So, be though, as it may.
You can't break God's people's spirit.
Arm in arm on our holy crusade.
Engaged in the battle for our survival.
So, be though, as it may.
You can't break the sanctified spirit.
The holy redeemer will help you on your way.
So stand firm against the on-slot of the missives'.

All in all, we're all one blood.
Blessed by one God that dwells above.
It matters not where you came, from but where you're going.
The fruit of intellect most are starving.
The battle scared people full of dissolution.
Full-time we start to make the right decisions.
A fool knows not that we're in the same pot.
The idiot knows not what he's got.
Closed eyes, closed hearts from the truth.
He closes his mind so blindly that he shoots.
Dehumanized so it becomes easier to kill.
Gangsters huddle to do the will.
Hooded clothing to hide their shame.
They're demanding we go back from where we came.
Force Exodus he does not relate.
Spreading his words of pure hate.

For the fool now thinks he knows it all.
Poisoned by their desire for his alcohol.
Now he lives his life of vanity.
Gone now are the days of his morality.
The minorities now kicked to the curve.
Oppressor-man says that's what we deserve.

Blessed child of the sun.
Wonders aimlessly in captivity.
Brought to places, we don't belong.
Kept under a thumb spirit no longer rises.
Hopeless sinner strives for better days.
White picket fences are no longer made.
Trod the trodden on desolate shores.
No flags fly high with pride anymore.
Walk we walk speaking a tongue not of his own.
Broken language we speak; we're nothing more than shadows.
We hear no more the sweet songs of the sparrows.

So, be though, as it may.
Don't let them break the sanctified spirit.
For God will help us on our way.
So stand firm and fight the good fight.
Fight the good fight.