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For all the weighted years of empires
Stockpiled with human grief
For all the fallen towers of desires 
From which love has no relief
For all the cargo of the heart and ships
Tossed and turned where water whips
Across storm battered seas
For all the load of civilizations
Buckling him down to his knees
He staggers on, harnessed to deprivations
Dry sands sucked bone white
Gritting in the eyes of light

No, not the donkey, he carried a savior
On a bed of palm branches and praise
Or the camel, that subtle old imitator
With Kilmanjaro on his backside raise
Even the horse would have bolted free
Saddled so long to the tumor of misery.

But him structure and kingdom fallen
Under a barren weight of other’s greed
Is harnessed to promise and burden
With no reward to restore from dry weed
His life, he eats the scraps of praise, lures
That makes us want to excel, yet deplores
The lost of settled home, the arid sense
Of children littering his shame since sired
At plantations whim, vacuous pretense
Of sexual dexterity that history inspired
And no reward in the imprisoned destiny
Handed to him for a cultural legacy

Do you know the weight of the other
The burden of history on his tired back
The dismantle heart, and no father
To boundary self in a void so black?
Do you understand how he self destruct
Brilliant in what his false history instruct?

He wants more than drugs for the drift
Of night from club to club seeking it
He has no base for promise or for thrift
Stereotypes walled him in, his spirit
Armed to fight, shoots blindly at the alien dark 
Killing his own flesh, strayed children in the park
Look at the reward before him
How rich he grows on subculture remarks
The school dropout high on the rim
White status from covert commerce in parks
Where the broken comes to disconnect
From suffering and defeat of intellect.
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