On Migrating To America

Migrating to America In the age of Aquarius Envisioning the best from the Land of opportunity where it’s been said Streets are paved in gold Everyone has a white picket fence and A Chevrolet too The corner hop served burgers and fries Soda fountains and milkshakes at the Five and Dime Teens danced the twist and the mash potato On American Bandstand And kids played under open fire hydrants in the city Black is beautiful… Short afros large afros and James Brown Tell the people “Say it loud, I’m black And I’m proud” Bill Withers on the radio Singing ‘Lean on Me’ and Shaft is a ‘Bad mo fo… watch your mouth’ Watts turned into ash driven by black rage combustion Fed up with police brutality still fresh on everyone’s minds Jesus Christ is a superstar on Broadway Harry Krishna and the Moonies in orange Garbs and shaven heads trying to transcend souls With their tambourines Flower children preaching peace and love Pot is something you smoke Hot pants are short shorts Worn with boots made for walking And Uncle Sam wants you He’s giving a free round trip ticket to Vietnam While young men dodge the draft Welcome to a new dawning in the age of Aquarius Migrating settling in a new land Leaving behind adolescence and easy island living For a future to fulfill dreams in a concrete jungle On migrating to America.