Born to contend with giants
Whose emergence, nature has warmly favoured
A wooden spoon would have made the difference
But with naught, I dine on life’s biased platter
Yet, all men are equal
Like David I gunned for the throne
For books have thought me to aspire
But the favoured have eaten up the meat
And the crumbs they left for me on life’s biased platter
Yet, we are all brothers!
Are we equal that sleep in comfort,
And leave us to watch the night with disturbed thoughts?
Are we brothers that sit in luxury,
And watch as we waste in penury?
Yet, we are all equal!
We are all equal,
That clad our feet with chains of slavery
And yank ancestral bonds apart!
Because we are black.
Yet, we are all brothers!
Preach these sermons over again
Maybe their clogged ears may so hear
The wails of children in distant towns
Whose soul has been severely torn!
For we are all equal!
We are all equal!
We are all brothers!
But why should some mortals blight our creeping light?
And tense up our plight?
Even when fate has made us right?
2 comments:
So so true
nice 1
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