With dawning sunshine rising reliability,
We must profoundly assess today’s bigotry
Water-waving wrinkling white political froth
From the boiling of its demonic debasing broth:-
Today’s political witches-brew broth boils
Away ideological indivisibility of created equity
Weakening once collectively strengthening toils;
Toils thought to give old inked ideology reality.
Indeed, when it comes to the true tender pace
On the track and field of life’s reality of our race,
We’re still succinctly between a rock and hard place;
Between our eyes and the prize, remains a lot of space.
Yet, though by both tag-teams we have been betrayed,
Let us in no way be a drought-stricken race of the dismayed.
Let the rolling thunder of liberation continue to loudly roar;
We’re heirs of the Lion King and have known this jungle before.
Remember, we’re not Brer Fox; rather, we’re Brer Rabbit;
And forever be aware that today’s boiling political Tar Baby
Has an ebony briar patch border—a bricked liberated habit:-
With eyes on the prize, the destination has never been maybe.