The white man took away our sculptures,
and not our talent
They took away the wares
and not the market
The white man stole our fathers
and not our sons
They took the sky,
but not the sun
They took the fire
yet it still burns
They even took our demons,
and scared our deaths with guns
Our fathers were exchanged for rhy
Now the black race can no longer die
Here i stand with my sackcloths
Even if i am stripped naked,
My black skin remains
It is not the skin
It is the mind
By;Egoh Salem
http://www.salembishop.blogspot.com/
copyright(C)2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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