O to be young, young gifted and black,
But, what of those that were not good in the sack?
Their usefulness was constantly under attack.
Some went to the fields, into the fields never came back.
Gut wrenching sounds from the mothers as they cry.
Mingled with the wails of babies sucking on breast dry.
Beautiful ebony skin, tarnished, the naked sun fry.
This was not God’s intent, so brother, why, why, why!