Crushed squashed, our souls
Munched, minds mangled,
Freedom strangled-
Kunta Kunte sings
Hakuna matata
In chains as he works
On sugarcane plantations.
Luther Martin speaks:
"I have a dream,
A dream that my children
will not will not be judged
by the color of their skin... (sometime maybe)
But the Present, the Present, it speaks:
"Coal-coloured American!
What do you do when
You see the badge,
When you see white sirens?"
"Say your (last) prayers,
I think"
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