The Negro Agenda

The Negro Agenda

Let the blood drip again

Cos it ain’t over yet

You stole from us our identity

Now we’ve come for your life,

History, children and wives.

Because you snatched away our culture

We will blot out your memory

Like you never happened.

For though with our sweat, toils and flesh

You built your lands

You now call us inferior

Behold the souls of the slain saints cry out

To the living, firmament and Heavens:

“Vengeance, sweet vengeance and nothing more

Will bring our troubled graves to peace”

My heart bleeds for your brothers who fought by our sides

To redeem us from your diabolical grasp

But then, isn’t it said

That when the wicked are punished

The righteous get their fair share?

We therefore come with a divine mandate

Our rewards being with us

For all those years of tears cannot be written off

Like they never happened

Lo, this is the Negro agenda

P.S.   Even though i would like to think i don't have my head in the clouds on this one, i somewhat feel obliged to mention that this piece cannot be taken into full context till you read the book of the same title, whose draft still lies somewhere in the recesses of my mind. So please, lest you feel compelled to start a racial cleansing after reading this, please consider yourself officially ostracized.

Tha Watcha...