SLAVERY

Born in the theatre of natural plenty Breast-fed and mid-wifed by capitalist selfishness A colonial and exploitative social formation We were told to close our eyes for prayers And all we had were carted away They said we were a dark continent That we had no history That we were from the lineage of apes… Continue reading SLAVERY

DON’T CALL ME A CRIMINAL

This nectar is so sweet, Sweetened by lucre’s touch. I can’t have enough It almost makes me laugh Who says I cannot compete With the men in mundane affairs, Though I don the pulpit’s attire And I’m housed in the temple? My buds know the taste of honey, Made better when I add some money.… Continue reading DON’T CALL ME A CRIMINAL