Don’t step on it
Lest you wanna lay
In a pit,
Covered by soil and it’s dust
Forever not in the eyes of us.Don’t speak of it,
It’s the African world
You don’t speak of rights
Or refer to the Constitution,
The law for them,
Not you little dirt.Don’t sing of it,
He’ll wear a head gear
And pronounce your claim
Null, or void and invalid,
They’ll throw you in,
In the dirty cage,
In noisy and smelly cage.Speak of injustice,
And praise them
Even when them are odd,
It’s the voice they’ll hear,
And splash more to bribe your head,
They’ll dress you in a gear,
Lest you speak in praises…
