Black Power
It's all just the same
Living this white man's game
This deck of cards I've been dealt
Is measured on how others felt
I had never got a say in it
Now, I'm a prisoner in this shit
One day, they'll find rationale
We will really then be equals
Cometh the hour
Cometh the hour
Cometh the hour
Black power
It's a fine line to tread
Too much has been said
Still jailing the innocent
In doldrums they can't rent
Still gunning them into graves
They are still slaves
One day, skin won't matter
And all of the lies will shatter
Beyond here lies madness
Just another fine mess
And it's not their fault
For living in a vault
It's just a political show
Don't you know
To divide and conquer us
One day, we'll all love you, friend
And never trust a politician again
Cometh the hour
Cometh the hour
Cometh the hour
Black power
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Comments
This was written for my friend.
Great versed poem, especially like the first verse. ?
Thank you! I appreciate your feedback! I suppose it would be better to rename it - Ethnic Power. Then, it would take in a broad spectrum of people who have suffered.Â
Nah just leave the title it's good plus you did dedicate it to a friend.
And welcome to cosmo ?
This means so much more now with the protestsÂ