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HUMAN RACE

GET OFF YOUR KNEES

The Lion Sleeps No More

First published in April 2010

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Cover illustration by Neil Hague
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HUMAN RACE

GET OFF YOUR KNEES

The Lion Sleeps No More

Dedication

To the extraordinary Linda, my rock in every storm.

To the wonderful Yeva, my great, great friend, who left us during the writing of this book.

To Kerry, Gareth and Jaymie for all their support no matter what.

To Carol Clarke and Linda Smith for their unwavering support.

To Credo Mutwa I am so proud to call you my friend.

To my mates, Neil Hague and Mike Lambert.

To the self-obsessed and destructive liars, fakes and frauds who have come into my life and done so much damage to my health, work and finances while claiming to support me. I have done what I have done and I will do what I will do despite you, and you will have to live with that for the rest of your lives and beyond.

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Rise Like Lions

What is Freedom? ye can tell

That which slavery is, too well

For its very name has grown

To an echo of your own.

Tis to work and have such pay

As just keeps life from day to day

In your limbs, as in a cell

For the tyrants use to dwell,

So that ye for them are made

Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,

With or without your own will bent

To their defence and nourishment.

Tis to see your children weak

With their mothers pine and peak,

When the winter winds are bleak

They are dying whilst I speak.

Tis to hunger for such diet

As the rich man in his riot

Casts to the fat dogs that lie

Surfeiting beneath his eye;

Tis to let the Ghost of Gold

Take from Toil a thousandfold

More that eer its substance could

In the tyrannies of old.

Paper coin that forgery

Of the title-deeds, which ye

Hold to something of the worth

Of the inheritance of Earth.

Tis to be a slave in soul

And to hold no strong control

Over your own wills, but be

All that others make of ye.

And at length when ye complain

With a murmur weak and vain

Tis to see the tyrants crew

Ride over your wives and you

Blood is on the grass like dew.

Then it is to feel revenge

Fiercely thirsting to exchange

Blood for blood and wrong for wrong

Do not thus when ye are strong.

This is slavery savage men

Or wild beasts within a den

Would endure not as ye do

But such ills they never knew.

What art thou Freedom? O! could slaves

Answer from their living graves

This demand tyrants would flee

Like a dreams dim imagery:

Let a great Assembly be

Of the fearless and the free

On some spot of English ground

Where the plains stretch wide around.

Let the blue sky overhead,

The green earth on which ye tread,

All that must eternal be

Witness the solemnity.

Ye who suffer woes untold,

Or to feel, or to behold

Your lost country bought and sold

With a price of blood and gold

Let a vast assembly be,

And with great solemnity

Declare with measured words that ye.

Are, as God has made ye, free

And these words shall then become

Like Oppressions thundered doom

Ringing through each heart and brain,

Heard again again again.

Rise like Lions after slumber

In unvanquishable number

Shake your chains to earth like dew

Which in sleep had fallen on you

Ye are many they are few.

Selected verses from The Mask of Anarchy by Percy Bysshe Shelley. It was written after the Peterloo massacre carried out by the British government in Manchester in 1819 against people who had gathered to demand the reform of parliamentary representation.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, dont deal in lies,

Or being hated, dont give way to hating,

And yet dont look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream and not make dreams your master;

If you can think and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth youve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: Hold on!

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything thats in it,

And which is more youll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

Now I Think I Know

Starry, starry night