(CAN I HAVE A MOMENT) THE END GAME
THE MUSIC...
Would'st thou a queen be affected if I a mere hue-man complemented thee.
Talked to you of times past where thy beauty was so envied that women of other races tried to copy thou.
Talked to thee of modern times where women of other races still aspire to usurp thee from thine throne.
All the while thou running from thine supremacy.
I hue-man standing tall in the midst of masses of men shouting these words.
They drifting away on savage winds of slavery's hold, the manipulation of our minds.
We hating the very things which gave humanity its life.
Mine voice so hoarse, mine throat so sore, mine mind so tired.
I looking at thee natural and unnatural on the battlefield Babylon.
Thou still to me the most lovely thing Allah ever created on this fertile earth.
I hue-man roaming mentally unchained in a strange land where we fight for something we should be born with.
Freedom a word created to keep us caged, I am free, I born to be am free.
Would'st thou a queen be affected if I told thee that thou are the lock and I the key.
I hue-man torn asunder by the pressing weight of needed to speak to thee of these things.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
