regime rhyme shceme
gourmet dinner or rice and peas
from eugenics to big mechanics
from the farm to rail to the road to the city
came in weighted anklets come out in a suit
from ships to the court yards to the court to the street
racial tension between every race that you see
traded brown lives for cotton red blood on the cash
another friend’s gone stiff no time to spread the ash
black masses swing axes
segregated- gentrificated
no choice in this life you’ve been fated
we step out into a brave new world
to become a smiling face in a peacful national democracy
but freedom comes at a price
for we are free to live in peace
free to live in war
free to hate and our thumbs inside another cultures eyeballs to bore
off the sweat of maize
cotton linen and shoe shining
unions whining with a hand in a fist
making a wish list
for human rights, equality and the land they were promised
progress is paved in peaceful protests
open fire
but sir there just standing there
I dont care its above your pay grade son
either pull the trigger or put down your rifle and run
rubber bullets that rip through skin
scars heal but blood that pools, stails, stains and never runs thin
revolution uprise
unclinching the fist
be bothered by others to the point it leads you to spit
from your ivory white collar
to an eye that have only knows blue denim
those who string their laces, carry their suitcases shave clean, bushy brislled beards apon their faces
take nickle and dime with two hands cupped
collecting each coin as not to waste
wipe the spit off a blue shirt
with haste, pursed lips that hide teeth that compress together in anger
forgiven and moven on toward a bright new day together
hey
hey what are you still doing out here its over go home the revolution ended we won
can you really sit back and say its done in the past to be forgotten
we have never forgotten
our fallen brothers and sister who’s backs gave out in the fields
who were to the ships bouw chained
the ships are gone
and new brothers and sisters are born each day
there is work to be done and new lives to be had
I shall awaken each day and be ever glad
a tear might be shed
a cry might be had
but to let your spirit die each day
that my friend
would be
Truly sad