White Mans Puppet
You have strings on your arms and a stick up your a__,
But tell me black man how long will it last?
Not for long like the sand at the top of the hour glass.
You curse us like them; to their racist jokes you laugh,
Like an ignorant educated fool who forgot his past.
You were put there for a reason, to help us get there too;
Not to put us down and brag to your new found crew,
That white man, your idol with his eyes of blue.
But not all white men are the same as he; Who made us struggle and can’t stand to
see,
Us equal, side by side with a better society.
They made you hate us and love them,
And their laws you obey;
They brain washed you and coach the words you say,
To your family, your brothers, your sisters day after day.
To me you‘re still in slavery, but there’s no chains this time; instead,
There’s no whips; you’re not in prison, But you’re locked down in your head.
So break those strings you White’s Man Puppet!
Look what you’ve become to be,
And use where you are to help others like you and me.
Copyright © Anthony Thomas | Year Posted 2011
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