When knees and heads went down,
All they asked Him was for their own
Even in faith, the pair was downtrodden
And phew! Yahweh shifted the burden.
My people wail in pain
The world mute and deaf
Our oppressors kill and maim for gain
Valiant as ever my people stand firm.
Life was so beautiful
All things merry and bright
A season red, green and cheerful
Sweet candies and eggnog kept it right.
‘Tis just fate, but again it isn't
I talk no better of hate if it isn't.
Be nice to me, just be nice -
Rejecting hate is not the price.
A green snake in the lush greenery,
Wearing a luxuriant smile of ingratitude,
Garbed in semantic exactitude.
Misguided for political gains
On parade the academic iguana
Vilifies men of valour for grains
And jumps with irie in his buffoonery.
From a colonial anomaly
They gloat over a seething underclass
Where injustice and greed reign supreme
Like quicksilver persecuting for prosecution
From the ruins of her razed home
Stuck in rotting bodies she cannot inter
Is the burden of a frail old mother
As her lips quaver with songs of Rome.
Some soiled phony freedom
Robbed our forefathers of wisdom