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EDITORIAL FROM A COPY OF ‘THE REAL STATE – Strictly for the Strugglin’ June 1995

 

Intro

 

Sometimes stars fall down to earth and angels creep while you sleep for as many legions of demons, tenfold deep see the armies of light cutting through the bloodsoaked night. Hear the calls of the unseen crypts where the ignorant dwell in their permanent hell. For the reality of choice is seen in those who heard but never obeyed the Voice….

 

There is only one war – the darkness versus the light. But do you have the heart and the discipline to fight?

 

Not about color, not about fashion. First things first, plain old soul expression. Prove your humanity, show your identity. State it, relate it, don’t try to fake it. Communicate it. Dignity and respect to yourself and others – give it.

 

Why do folk always think that the secret of success lies with those at the top? The keys of humanity with the rich and famous?  No, the truth and the deep serets lie at the very bottom with the ‘weak’, the fools’ and the ‘powerless’. Listen to them, if you can. They’ll tell you the truth. Come on, history – back me up, you children of Israel, slaves of Egypt, inheritors of the Promised Land; tell it how it is, you fallen Babylonians and your crumbled Tower, your confused languages, wasted wealth, the proud Nebuchadnezzar and his madness, from taking the glory for himself instead of giving it to God. Shout it, you unnamed Asian warriors and the princesses born in the ghetto.

 

Now tell me what is honored in this world? Truth, love, faithfulness, justice? Or lies, material wealth and corruption? Go to the ghettos where we feel it first. We tell the human story as it is, not the lies the men-at-the-top spend their days, dollars and meetings concocting to con the masses in classes.

 

And it hasn’t changed. It’s the same, same, same. But just for a laugh, I’ll bend the rules of their game. Doin’ it this way. Runnin’ the show. And how all I hear is ‘you go, girl, go!’

 

 

(Don’t) Editor