They call me a savage,
They call me free.
But they put me in bondage,
shackled to their dreams.
They don’t understand
that I’m not inhumane,
I’m just different,
but still the same.
We are both of His image.
But what is image
when it comes to seeing?
For nobody perceives the same
reality.
And how can we say whose
reality is right?
Why is the white man
superior to us?
If we live primitively,
but we are happier,
don’t we live a greater life?
Yet enslave us they must
to accrue a vast wealth
but when they return to dust,
what of their lives can we tell?
Their money will sit there,
tempting new whites to
attempt to “retrieve” their share
Will this cycle ever end?
Though we are the ones in chains
I firmly believe that it is the
white man enslaved.
10 Apr. 2013
10 Apr. 2013
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