Masked by this faithless cloud
Darkness enveloped beautiful hearts
Black now has painted white
Whose story has become history
And who's holy to pull down our glory
In the dawn of your prejudice
You suffered great jaundice
Flesh bitten, blood sucked by lice
Struggled for food with mice
b‘ecaus they never did treat you nice
"Keep the water clean"
Was their maxim of oppression
To subdue you in your clan
For they think white was purity
And black meant nothing but dirty
Your black brothers you did call
We pulled you from woeful fall
Wish Madiba were here
To tell of this tale ovethere
Do you bite the fingers that got you fed
No matter the tears they made you shed
Would isolation had hatched your wings
We'd come not as strangers but as brothers
We'd stayed not as foriegners but blacks
If there's no green in your flag
If red is disappeared therein
If black has no value anymore
And yellow is all there is
If there's no trace of white streamlined
Then let this ocean of wickedness
Never get dried like the River Orange
If this hatred you show us
Could make you get stronger
Then let Jah be the Judge
(c) April,2015
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