Don’t look down on me
Children of my mother
For it was the look of the sun
That turns my skin to black

Don’t despise me
Children of my father
For it was due to the creation
That turns me into this race

Because
I’ve no saying among you
I’ve no place in our home
You’ve turn me to a slave
A guard to your properties

But one thing I know
Time will come
When men will not be judge
By colour of the skin nor
The race one comes from

But by the
Power of the brain
The capacity of the mind
And the manifestation of thinking
And reasoning

Time will come
When black will be equal to white