There is boot stamped upon the face of negritude;
That pins upon the musty soil the dreams of a hapless man
Who dares dream no more,
In a hidden and forgotten corner of the world!
There is a heavy boot that maims unborn souls
That writhe in underprivileged wombs of lesser mortals,
Perhaps creations of a lesser God, too!
My friends and foes,
There is a discrepancy between the worlds;
A big chasm, a huge boot!
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