The Triangle

01/14/2009

The Triangle

Dark ol'days lyin on our backs

In filthy cockpits like sardines

Bathin in sweat, pee, shit and blood

Piled one onto the other

Dyin one after the other

It's Humanity in shackles

While civilization giggles

Hope and future taken hostage

Whips whizzin and swirlin

High and landin harsh and tough

Skin whipped off, blood spilling

We're wedded to pain

A race in dirt, dust and mud

Kept in ignominious cells

As in Auschwitz

Dachau...

Dumped into shark jaws

Or left to rot without coffin

Sold in triangular trade

We're just breeding animals

Sun never shines in 'em damp cells

Bats and owls singin or mornin' us

Only gloomy nightbirds to befriend

Or Pest to, at last, claim our blood

We are the ones farmin

Yet we are the ones starvin

Civilization we laddered up

Yet it mopped its feet on us

Only songs to sing our pains off

Hopin for that bright, new day

When there ain't be no chain

Nothin that hampers on dignity

We still sing

Our souls are free

The Negro is a man

All God's chil'ren have wings