To white men morality begets a son,
To the black man, it begets none
And since God gave men two colours,
One that is cool, another collous;
Shall a man live for his honour,
Or dwell in another man’s honour?
Men of all kinds are born slaves,
But some are slaves to many masters.
As the master is slave to his self,
Temptation by the neck fetters him.
But remains master to me and you,
We are slaves to the selves and him.
Our beingness is imitation to him,
We knew not of him few centuries ago.
Our senses have made slaves of us,
And senses can make the done undone.
Disapointment is relying on others,
When in pursuit of joy bridges fall.
No man should be slaved but by God,
Like the shepherd in freedom dwell.
In God’s creation of man, I ponder,
Why is reality a one man’s domain.
Some wake in reality they create,
Some wake in another man’s reality.
Since refusal of it is in your choice,
Chose your reality and your death.
There is no fear to man than death,
Intently facing death is a winning
Over the man whose weapon is fear.
Pain and hunger are agent to death,
Face the parent, the agent shall flee.