source: frankwaln.blogspot.com

'Oil 4 Blood,' by Frank Waln: An Environmental Hip Hop Poem for National Poetry Month and Earth Day

ICTMN Staff
4/22/13

It's a misconception that poetry is a dying art—sure, we may never see a TONY-winning play written in iambic pentameter, and the stories of the 21st century won't be told in a 15,000-line epic. Poetry may not be a lucrative field, but that doesn't stop legions of poets from creating new poems every day.

And then there is the claim that poetry, in addition to surviving, is evolving. That an art form that started on the street corners of New York City is, at its best, a continuation of the poetic tradition. "Rap" has even been called a backronym of "Rhythmic American Poetry" (by the D.O.C. in "The Formula," among others).

With this justification and bearing in mind that today is Earth Day, we feel it's a pretty good time to bring you a video we noticed in February, the anti-Keystone XL anthem "Oil 4 Blood" by Frank Waln, Rosebud Sioux.  Below the video are the lyrics, taken from Waln's blog, Scars and Bars.

First off, I send love to Lupe
For giving us hope in this Lakota Sioux way
All Red Everything/ Red Nation Rising
Revising our story they’re televising
Child of the Plains, I see 20/20
Poverty porn TV pimps us for $$$
Tell Diane Sawyer I am a warrior
Give me your camera, send Peltier your lawyer
Free all my people get them our of prison
Take them to Sundance show them how we’re livin’
Give youth an outlet/ disadvantaged prodigies
Feed these Republicans all our commodities
Put them on the rez from the day they’re born
They won’t survive cuz their cancer is airborne
Put them in our schools, put them in our shoes
Take away their $$$ and give them our blues
(RED) Make everything Red
Words of my ancestors up in my head
Food for thought, our kids underfed
Your oil is mud, they want the earth dead

Oil 4 Blood
Oil 4 Blood
Making you rich, you soil my love
Oil 4 Blood
Oil 4 Blood
My Mother is clean, that oil is mud

(Keystone) Everything’s RED
(Pipeline) Now everything’s dead
(Keystone) Everything’s RED
(Pipeline) Now everything’s dead

I can’t afford to leave the rez, the government has got me trapped
Our leadership need a tip and most my tribal leaders wack
But they don’t wanna hear that/ they just wanna chill
I’m sick/ I’ll go to IHS and get a pill (FOR REAL?)
Like a song without a title/ feel forgotten
Like slaves picking the cotton
Forever tribal with no connection to the bible
Plottin’/ people rotten/sometimes I’m suicidal
Feeling like No Exit/ Generation X shit
Text messages and sex what I connect with
Technology/ get this world to acknowledge me
My ancestors studied numbers and astrology
Lakota philosophy/ keep them haters off of me
Keystone XL you smell like an atrocity
To my home and my ancestors I am loyal
Build that pipeline and I’m burning down your oil

Oil 4 Blood
Oil 4 Blood
Making you rich, you soil my love
Oil 4 Blood
Oil 4 Blood
My Mother is clean, that oil is mud

(Keystone) Everything’s RED
(Pipeline) Now everything’s dead
(Keystone) Everything’s RED
(Pipeline) Now everything’s dead

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Well done!
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