It don’t mean a thing

if you ain’t got that

privilege

to live in a land you feel was made for you

 

And it makes no difference

if you’re dim or bright

 

As long as your skin color

portrays a shiny shade of white.

And there’s no one to blame

when they all look just the same

 

So, the sun never sets

in entitlement land.

But, it’s a shame

things left in sunlight

only get faded.

 

Give me your night time glow America

Your awakened shadows

“blow Nancy blowin’

Eternal blowin’ Satyagraha soldiers

your nocturnal bloomers

transcendental wonders.

 

Dear America

land of the free

and home of those who pay

for the price for it

there’s holes in the soil out back

it seems to be the only place

where white and black lay equal

And underneath that, there’s still

white man’s burdens in its foundation.

But, they’re ceaseless birds in the

way they used to promise the promised land

that they’d cross their hearts

and hope to fly

That the day America

will open up like a god damn sky

 

They would be set free

from their cages.

just to have their wings clipped

and given less than minimum wages

And so we hold these truths

to be self-evident

that freedom is not free

They ended their letters to America

because

never wrote back

It is of our deepest grievance

to announce

that the American dream

is dead.