I see crowds of people, walking round, in a ring
African Heritage People, Proud to sing
and dance and paint and draw
I see them rushing, Now Here, Now There, Nowhere
People of Nature, made unnatural, unprepared
un read in tooth and claw
I saw once warriors, turn their strength to games
Nubian fuel, feeding futile infertile flames
Martial heads under artist's caps
I saw boy men stride and strut to play, heads high
Then Limp to work as chocolate hungry, babies cry
at baby mothers boot straps
My Eyelids meet with force to hold the flood
A salty prayer to stem the issue of my blood
I see the light, inside, strong
Insight, in side, within me, the wit in me
the wit in us, in us, within us the 'free'
You see, it's time, to stop the song!
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