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