To the shores of the Motherland
Where civilization first began . . . on that day.
Son of ADAM, Daughter of EVE
Africa's children thou wast conceived . . . on that day.
Culture depleted, lives unfurled
To the old existence of the alleged new world . . . on that day.
For three hundred years the days do run
To seek the day the deed was done
To all dark children young and old
Lynched and beaten to reveal their souls . . . on that day.
The screams of anguish and shrieks of grief
Enabling spirit to be set free
Knowing my own shall certainly be . . . on that day.
Last update: 10 May 2000