roadside streams

We Shall Times are getting unkind, to he whose skin is dark. ‘They’ fear not to say it out in the open, they fear not to take lives, lives they never gave, lives they never nurtured. There is nothing we can do, they say, for the odds are against us, the odds have always been against us. ‘There is nothing that the niggers can do, for they worship and adore us’. Two hundred years in chains, and right now, they still cherish the chains, and they crack our backs with their whips, but not for much longer. With complete rebellion, we shall march, even while the chains on us are still dripping injustices. We shall parade our uncovered wounds with pride, the stripes on our backs, so that they can see, that they scarred the flesh, not the souls. They burnt the skin, not the will, and though they heap fire and coal all over us, we shall never burn to ash. We shall refuse, to breathe this poisoned air, the rancid oxygen. We shall refuse to partake, in this torture, and we shall refuse to be pa...