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A Black Man's Lament

Sun, 10 Jan 2010 Source: The Royal Enoch

My people

My people are dark and lovely

Far from all things ugly

Hopeful like tomorrow

Precious like a jewel

Gifted beyond belief

Hard as a rock

Yet gentle like the breeze of summer

Colorful as the face of happiness

Priceless like life's golden breath

My people

My people pray to man made Gods

Gods with man made names

Gods who demand human sacrifices

Gods who love to cast the dices

Gods who wouldn't hold back the vices

Gods without an aim, direction or protection

For my people

Yet my people continue to pray

My people

My people have been bought and sold

Colonized

Conditionalized

Accused

Used

Misused

Refused

Abused

That my people have become so confused

My people

My people are the descendants of kings and queens

My people were great warriors

My people invented this and that

My people followed the stars with precision

My people gave the world its religions

My people used to make their own decisions

So where did it all go wrong with my people

Columnist: The Royal Enoch