They came and called me savage
I was the one below “average”
Black clay was painted with a curse like a knob of a purse
on seashore I was captive
I was raw
My presence loud!
Red eyes the sire was a bloodhound
Walking barefoot I was branded
Cattle to be sold
Freedom was an illusion feed of broken souls
A promise of a nation
Few guest at the land of milk and honey
We are at pride rock
Once gloom to a tail of a peacock
Change at a pace of a snail
Let unity prevail
I’m clay
You’re clay
We are colours of clay