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Sunday, May 31, 2015

Anthony Leonard Pierre "On That Day (353)" - Song Credit (translator)


"On That Day (353)" by Anthony Leonard Pierre

Song taken from the album "Pon Dat Very Day" - Cd: (4/30/2015)
Vocal performance by Anthony Leonard Pierre
Music by Obeah Akkompong band


"On That Day (353)" - Song lyrics (translator):

On That Day - We suffered
on that day
We suffered too
to accept that day
We suffered too
trying to realize the FACT of that day
We suffered the perished
suffering the pain
suffering the REALIZATION of again
We are suffering
that day.

They acting like
We didn’t perish - needlessly
on that day
they acting like
Our Fathers didn’t die - unnecessarily
on that day
they acting like
Mommas didn’t suffer
a grave lost
to the infernal’s grave
on that day
they acting like
Our Fam’lies weren’t shattered mercilessly
on that day
they acting like
Daddies weren’t sacrificed
like fe’Wi
dear Mommas weren’t crucified
on that day
they acting like
I an’I didn’t die
did not succumbed to
an untimely passing
on that day
like I -- I, I, I an’I
didn’t shed a tear - didn’t feel a lost
wasn’t invaded - without a cause
on that day.


God damn it man - trivialize My day
for a national scary day
what about the heroes - the rescues your mockery
now trivializes
to establish a budget balancing holiday
as - on the editorial front pages
belittling lives saved
yuh posing fear
apathy and industrial military might
your Hollywood couldn’t have script
a better plot than that.

They acting like
Wi didn’t LOST a Friend
on that day
acting like
Mi sweat an’ blood
it’s truly gone to waste
building - fighting
sacrificing and believing
for this country
they acting like
I didn’t suffer My lost
on that day
they acting like
I an’ fe’Mi Heritage
are not STILL suffering
from THAT tragedy
they acting like
We ARE to be blamed
for that day
the day
the Arabian Trojan horse
extended its wing
and came home to roust
a~allelueria - seems there is no Jesus
carrying the cross
to be crucified.

 The lost IS not
a thing - a personality
sexuality or a possession glittering
its existence
has been - is here
will forever to be revisited
its WEIGHT is a burden
no one individual can
but each will realize
they are one an’ all are
consciously carrying
as their psyche was scared
on that day
it’s what - it’s not
it’s My Conscience
it’s My Faith - My Reality
it’s My Sense Of Being
something DEEP within - that
I lost “unintendedly” to fear of terror
on that day
I lost
something - nothing
totally everything
on that day
yet establishment
exploiting the images of tragedy
you on front pages
your actions and words
tarnishes the deed
those of honor -- daily performs.  effects


And We MUST ask Ourselves
what de’hell happened in that ‘hell’
to create “Jumpers” of Our Friends an’ Families
what de’hell could be so horrific
causing ‘Innocence’
to choose the end - to end this way
the conspiracy of suicide
hisses its teeth to this rhetoric
on that day.

They acting like
We didn’t suffer
a grave lost
they acting like
We didn’t die
on that day
they acting like
We shouldn’t remember
the senseless terror
of that day
they acting like
We should be silent
like unconscionable dummies
for that day
they acting like
We have NO feelings
they acting like
it wasn't for and at Us
whom de’shock intended.
effects
They acting like
We didn’t die
by the SLAUGHTER of their doings
they acting like
We aren’t suffering
in silence INDIGNATION
at a self-imposed … alter
they acting like We aren’t grieving
as a ONLY means of shelter
they acting like We weren’t wounded
pierced in the rib
on that day
acting like
We aren’t bleeding - ‘cause of
have no feelings
about the cause and effect
of that day
they acting like
I should have and believe I
to and will
willed to remain speechless
in the backwardness of complacency


to have them gloat
in the exploitation
of that day
they acting like
Our Pickneys won’t bare a burden
Our Souls didn’t cry for justice
as lives buried to dead
in the mist of “unbeliefness”.

They acting like
I have NO tolerance
no acceptance FOR apathy
no knowledge OF diversity
they acting like
they and I
think the same
they ARE acting like ...
acting like
acting like
they ARE acting like We ...
We all didn’t die
on the day ...
the day
differences
became intolerable
the day
religious indifference
became intolerable
on that day.


Check out:
Anthony Leonard Pierre's Song lyrics, Profile & Discography on Reggaediscography


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