The rise of the Black Sun
Innocent like a charcoal
Bitting mercilessly like cold
Ravaging force of the harmattan
But too long silenced like the death
In the past, voluntarily subdued
Made to appear like a villain
Sold in the markets like cows
Dragged to plantations in the north
But always rebounded like a ball
Made vulnerable with reason
His language and culture vilified
His kids made to doubt themselves
And live and fight like betta splendens
Though guided home like Colobopsis explodens
Time has come for you to rise
You black children of the Mother Earth
And face your destiny like lions
Sight, fight, bite and shed your light
Pick yourselves up and walk head high
For the Black, Time has indeed come!
