Recreating History

 

I stand tall on a mountain and I see
Brothers and sisters rise and fall indiscriminately
For slavery days have come, gone and past
Yet the enslaved mentality is here to last

I hear clamouring for an identity
Whilst self has become a societal entity
I see a fight for liberty and prosperity
At the cost of integrity, morality and individuality

I see that eyes are colour-blind to the blindness of the rest
Yet
 I see you, and I see me
Just recreating history

 

* You and me, just recreating history
                You and me, just recreating history

               

From Paul Laurence Dunbar’s “We Wear the Mask” piece
To Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech
  I too have dreams which
Like them, will not live to see it
And as it stands
The situation is still shit

 

From Willie Ricks’ “Black Power”
To Stephen Biko’s “Black is Beautiful”
I too assert two-word dissertations in times of affliction
In the name of Emancipation as I remember the Mother Nation

But brothers
Sisters,
Which one of you
Execute the intention

 

 

From Rodney King’s relentless beating
To Rosa Parks hesitant sitting
I see Brigands, Freedom Fighters,
Survivors

But yet,
From Yasus Afari’s “Wind, Rush, Banana Boat”
To Bob Marley’s “Redemption Song”
I see mental incarceration, addiction
And system prostitution of the same ones fighting for liberation

When, when, when, when

*

When will I be free?
When will you be free?
What do we fight for?
When will freedom come?

 

George Jackson, Leonard Deadwyler,
Nelson Mandela, Mutabaruka
When will freedom come?
What the F*** is emancipation?

 

Submerged in inverse racism
Perpetuating fascism
What is emancipation?
If we are still suffering from mental incarceration

* You and me, just recreating history
                You and me, just recreating history