Ulterior Trend

So you want to leave your husband, just go I can understand the meaningless you feel Under caveman's club and heel Being mere entertainment for his ego. So you want to drown your children It's your lost of heaven Your world for them was never an Eden Anyhow ... you carried them as a burden What the blazes I cannot understand Is why report your crime and frame the black man Why this trend, what is the ulterior plan Is not his colony mired enough with quicksand, Is not his extinction on the brink Now that he has lost all to reverse discrimination I keep my metaphors straight so the point can sink Into the subtle hell of my frustration.