BLACK MAN'S AMERICA by Ralph Maduike
At dawn the black man wakes To a day of uncertainty To a fear of the unknown To a hopeless future To a frightening future The black man goes to bed.
The uncertainty of basics of life he wakes up Sober and confused he marches on To his job he goes, knowing he is not regarded Knowing he must not express him self or he is termed a mad man He must be meek and subservient He must show he is classless and the wretched of the earth From the scum of the earth he comes, hence he shall go back a nobody.
He is looked at with scorn Like the dredge of wine he is Spilled to mother earth He goes back to nature To nurture palm tree And becomes the dredge of wine.
Unknown future leads to frustration He leaps from place to nothing Touch this and that and could not put his acts together The black man pushes on
However redemption comes like a morning sun As he sees beyond his scene And fight the self inhibitor Liberating the power to survive The black man must survive To be the sole of progress. |