Children of my mother
For it was the look of the sun
That turns my skin to black
Don’t despise me
Children of my father
For it was due to the creation
That turns me into this race
Because
I’ve no saying among you
I’ve no place in our home
You’ve turned me into a slave
A guard to your properties
But one thing I know
Is the time will come
When men will not be judged
By the colour of their skin nor
The race one comes from
But by the
Power of the brain
The capacity of the mind
And the manifestation of thinking
And reasoning
The time will come
When black will be equal to white
The poor will feed the rich
The blind will lead the sighted
And the dumb will speak for the speaker
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