We bleed Red – running from rogue regime raiders
Our ancestral blood still percolates
deep in the womb of our soil
We live in haunted lands – where invaders bade for our blood
since birth, we’ve inherited pain
and remain in our tradition of bondage
We remember freedom fighters – lost in moans of robbed souls
yearn for their primal courage
Hoping to honor ghouls long gone – and hail lore of heroes who rose from our bones
We’re unapologetically Black – from our skin to dark days of slavery
sun shone on bare backs to dry deep wounds –
generational scars healing in the dark
We’ve known oblivion – reeling in consuming emptiness of an assuming universe
absorbed in black holes of decadence
living in the dusk of our existence
For the ebony man and woman – enveloped in darkness
our sooty skin was made for chimneys
We’re foreign to sunrises – and the refreshing breath of living rooms
As erstwhile tillers of the Land – Green has grown into a dimming Dream
our oral hymns revere rainmakers –
and ancient gods long for burnt sacrifice
beggars in our lands – we’ve lost sovereignty of our seeds and security of our food
Corporations consolidate our arable lands
for Capitalistic gains or theft of our gems
Squatters in our homeland – black man thrives on his labor
Our genes are attuned to the turmoil of toil
We’ve forgotten our organic communion with land – and its essence to survival
We long for the White – dove demonstrating the soul of our Nation
we ache for archaic calm –
silent resurgence of Patriots
we pray for peace in pastures – serenity in consumption of greens
fair fractions of National cake
dusted racks for revolutionary boots
artless siestas under sketched skies – a touch of the horizons with every stretch
We crave for the camaraderie of brotherhood
An end to tyranny – beginning of the reign of social justice and the rule of law
