Wandering Thoughts of Liberation

The King is dead and Malcolm too; Those who are left include me and you. Now is the time brother, what shall we do? The Black Power Stokley left behind Is gone into decline; faded away— No one remembers Kwame Toure. Pass the White House today. You know what they say: “The more things change, The more they stay the same way. How strange. We are back at the day of no; Back to where they called our place. They took the ‘yes’ out the day before; Today we remain a struggling race. Emerald time fades to onyx night The yoking sun shines on the brave Energizing ebony warriors of the fight; Least we chose to die as a slave. As strange as this all may seem, Know these are not words of a dream. The enlighten know what they mean; Freedom remains to be redeemed. To be or not to be is not the question. Ours must remain total liberation— Freedom awaits its full restoration; Thirst of the children await its libation.