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Wrought with the anger of cold-hearted candor,
Candidly spoken, code of ethics broken
O the slander, or the useless banter
A word by default, faulted for its historic apostasy
Indecency cringes at the ears...
Of men singes the hearts of women in all its fears
Yet history gives way to significant speech,
Before its inscription became synonymous like a leech--allow me to preach
Black was its past...Time for the lesson to be unmasked
Ethiopia, Egypt, Nubia means black, way back,
We were acknowledged, not any of the recreated flack
Athiop: burnt face, described as the finest of all race
Revered and respected, like the soil of the Nile it projected
The river Niger's a source of importance, a common occurence
In Latin language, the reference of our skin,
An outward description of the priceless value within
Call it jealous, call it ignorance to sell us.
Sins of the past create livelihoods of the present.
Presently viewed as the mark of the peasants.
Negre, Nagar, Negro, Nigger, all in its origin, and yet its selection of hate,
Leads to a direction one can't outdate
But can be forging forward from the lessons of our fathers
Relive the valley's crystal waters
A generation claim, does it service the cause
Let us pause...And think...Is their view of past limited what makes this logic sink?
Perhaps this showcase disintegrated to low case, no integrated fashion,
nor fashion acceptable.
Deny we the future of lyrical acceptance.
Except in an instance deny we this language.
If not we speak a familiar abomination. Our native lingo bears on denominations
Characterized by verbs unspoken,
Should we pasteurize the words of the language now spokenz?
"N" stands as a towering letter,
Dismissing the torrid lesions of servitude brings us renown lessons of gratitude.
Then dismiss the tongue and the sordid history
Reclaim the familiar song sung and its mysteries
Or move past the tangible, horrid affair
And allow the evolution of the word, if you dare,
'Cause history repeats. Are we in a defeat...or repeat?