My eyes are the same So is my smile They are mine And they know me well If you wish You will find me in there Far beyond the gates of imagery Where no streak can penetrate my face For tears cannot blemish a stone Nor plow a field where there is no soil
I’m not a revolutionary I’m too comfortable for all of that I’ve never witnessed the horror that creates outrage I’ve never felt the outrage that creates courage I only can think of myself And my plans How can I give my life for strangers And give up a father for my children? And because of this I stand where deeps lakes are drained Shallow and empty
It is almost too late to change I read books and wait for my reaction I ignore what is primary as ignorance lives in haste I am being counted on to defend the past But the revolution was justified Yet I can only assume that what is true Was true And what was being fought for Was not God’s command But instead what man sought to command for himself And when he chose to live for his people They killed him Because the truth must die in this place And he wore no make-up For the glory of man will never be given to an imposter
Dedicated to those martyrs of Africa who were killed by the colonialists....