My great-grandfather was a pastor
Grandpa was a deacon
Mamma took us to church
Maybe that’s what got me seeking
Answers to the best and worst
History’s narrative, for what it’s worth
Lies multiplied to hide crimes
Genocide, apartheid, social and economic lines
Gaslights, civil rights, overtaxed and fined
Separate and unequal
No justice for our people
Protests, distress, we’ve already seen the sequel
Their language and religion
Our ancestors’ punishment and prison
When I express myself and pray
Is it my bloodline that I betray?
Assimilated, displaced, cultural nomads
Protesting old flags
Entertain the masses
Filling half full glasses
Because there’s a hole in the cup
Too much yet never enough