Sunlight

Cleanliness is next to godliness
And like the moor boy who caught death of cold
When his master scrubbed him throughout the night
To remove the blackness from his soul

Now you do your best to scrub yours away,
The color of your mind, to be white
For there is nothing cleaner than
The darkness giving way to the light

But your definitions are artificial
The books you’ve read from are a fraud
I hate to say it, but you’ve been hoodwinked
They’ve even replaced your God

And I know some of you can’t hear that
That it’s too late in the game for you
That what you’ve believed for all of your life
Must somehow, in someway be true

This idea of redemption
From the sins of survival is suspicious
Is my blackness a mark denying me justice
For which I should ask forgiveness?

You can keep on playing these color games
The cursed, the wretched, and the fool
But you will never learn the truth
As long as you’re in their school

The tongue that we speak wasn’t always
The language of satan
We’ve forgotten our ancestral words
That gave us our dominion

We’ve been cheated of our birthright
Our inheritance has been sacked
We are unwanted guests in our own home
Serving looters, liars, and savages

There is no coming to terms with them
For centuries they’ve made themselves clear
Their fate was sealed by their own hand
And now the end is here.

©05.11.2017 ebn