Ray Knight

Africa The cradle of civilization Before we became Americanized, Jamaicans, and Haitians Before riches were stolen put in private accounts in the Caymans Before government sanctions, we were free Now we sip on the blood on the leaves of the tea that a man had to shed to put shoes on his feet How you claim peace with the heat in your hands In foreign lands, overreached through the sands, like ancient jesuit priest It’s truth I seek and truth I speak We’re the sisters & brothers of the neighboring east A movement of our own Missles and A-bombs, attack of the drones Blind to the fact they’ll start bombing your homes Just like they did in Africa