For how long shall we hold captive
the truth
The truth about our originality and credulity
How long shall we hold depressive
our pride
Our pride of black decent
And dazzling beauty
How long shall we burrow
Under the shadows of coloured globe
How long, oh comrades, shall we
bury our mother tongue
In the gaping holes of alien cord.
Forget not, my kindred, your originality
Squiggle not your simplicity
Muzzle not your individuality
Hide not under the shadows
But by the value instilled in thee
show the world
The black within
the truth
The truth about our originality and credulity
How long shall we hold depressive
our pride
Our pride of black decent
And dazzling beauty
How long shall we burrow
Under the shadows of coloured globe
How long, oh comrades, shall we
bury our mother tongue
In the gaping holes of alien cord.
Forget not, my kindred, your originality
Squiggle not your simplicity
Muzzle not your individuality
Hide not under the shadows
But by the value instilled in thee
show the world
The black within