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CHILDREN OF MELANIN
In your palm they yoke a heavy cross of sin – Committed by their ancestors To shorten your flowery radiance like flax. How they bid you worship elder bums Who laid no foundation for a nation Handed over to you like an abomination. Upon this land they close your eyes tight While their seeds flee abroad in chartered flight You shall not seek your ancestors in muse But plead Adamic ancestors for clues. Elders said this land, your plat, has been cursed. First word you learnt “Papa” – he’s always busy Second word “Mama” – she’s always hungry. Same eyes that governed your father’s father Governs you still. Do call him Big Brother: He knows all your hidden secrets.