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Marcus - Ras Nasibu Of Ogaden
A king has fallen on the field-

The field of war, but not by shot,

Nor even through a broken shield:

He died in exile-awful lot!

Ras Nasibu of Ogaden

Is he-the greatest of his tribe-

The man who led his valiant men

With Wehib Pasha at his side.

He died in Switzerland-afar,

Of broken heart in his exile:

He saw the end of that sad war

In which he fought without a smile.

The Brute of Italy had sent

His liquid flames of steady death

And tanks that ploughed and also rent

The land and stole the hero's breath.

This Mussolini, vile of heart,

Who plagues the world with devil tricks,

Has caused a king to lose his part

In building glory with his bricks.

The dream of Abyssinia, great,

Was dear to Nasibu's own heart;

But he has met an awful fate,

And failed in this to do his part.

The Negroes of the world shall wait

To take their stand against the foe,,

And when they fight to win their State

They'll make Italians drink their woe.

A Fascist king shall never rule

The Blacks of all the lands we know:

The Negro shall be no foot-stool,

But give to all the seeds they sow.

Let's honour Nasibu's fair name,

And damn the Mussolini tribe:

This Abyssinian's splendid fame

Shall live through pen of Negro scribe.

Look out for time, that's comin soon,

To strike Italian Fascists down:

To us 'twill be a glorious boon

To have them sprawling on the ground.

Words of Marcus Garvey

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