Rasta Chant

How dare you spit upon his garb! This peaceful bredda who by nature only loves, When you should have been his Rasta queen Your ghastly behaviour drew a scene And I- woman just like you Hang my head in shame As you defile our name. Selassie-I know seh di Rasta man took a deep breath To honour his philosophy, But like a lamb to the slaughter, he was reduced In front of the whole community. He sought calm in his Rasta chant Swallowed his pride, Turned the next cheek, and with human dignity. Yet that pouncing Jezebel Delilah, Demon picknie, Shameless femininity Minimized her king, Cared nothing that he is masculine. She is no empress and certainly not a Ital-dawtah! She mocked and cursed him Bullied him and sullied his character. Vilified him as the on-lookers magnified Scorned, mistreated and humiliated. But when upon each other their backs were turned The fury in the lion roared And in that moment, he went against his Rasta chant And knocked her out flat on her face. I won’t apologize for feeling appeased For you are a disgrace to the female race!