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A gentle breeze in the trees, a soft light on the meadows,
Locusts are singing for the sun while magnolia heaps praise on air.
Life is great, weather is mild.
But suddenly, birds tear up the sky
Like an army, head for the roots and start to attack the ant hill.
They harvest the ants' labor without any compassion for their trying to work.
The birds are killing all the ants except some who succeed in taking refuge
Under the bitter dead magnolia while the sky becomes grey.
Just one ant succeeds in easily escaping: the Queen.
Thanks to her majestous wings, she has avoided the ridiculous birds.
She also picks up the labor of her servants and then let them
Die under quick and violent pecks.
Once this carnage finished, great life starts again:
Locusts sing for the sun again, magnolia heaps praise on air again.
Life starts again as if nothing has happened.
This attack is a representation for those Jim Crow Laws of the wild.
I wake up in the early morning
With on my mind all these insults about the color of my skin
It seems that I look like a chimpanzee.
I prepare myself for the next boxing match.
When I enter the fray, the audience boos me and shouts:
I'm ready to fight with all the rage in my fists.
The beginning resounds with these only two sounds:
I enter the ring.
I'm hitting my enemy as they hit my ancestors.
It's done, he is K.O.
I saw his body falling down as the black bodies submitting to torture.
I feel my blood on my face but it's nothing compared to all the blood poured out of black people.
When the sun went up in the sky
The young James opened his eyes
And looked at the trench of his life.
Three months in the mud
With the smell of corpses, and fear of death.
The Nordists heard a blast.
The trenches quaked under their feet,
His hands invaded by a quaver.
Like the other soldiers,
He was ready to shoot, ready to kill
His American brothers.
The familiar smell of powder
Waved in the wind,
Remained in the mouth
As a shell exploded beside him.
A blood stream in the trench colored the mud
With a dirty red.
A shot hurt his chest, death was coming to take him.
The sun illuminated the battlefield
And the absurd savagery of humanity.
"God, what is your goal?"
You are white
But human before anything else.
Our rights were taken
We were given Hell instead.
You have destroyed our lives
And killed thousands of us.
But you can't stop us
To think about our dreams
And one day to be free.
Now I want to tell you that
You can touch my soul
You can see my sorrows
You can smell my heart
You can hear my shouts
But you can't feel my pain.
Blood, Bless, Death.
We just said please
But now you are too blind to see that
Together we have to be one.
You have to take a chance
To correct your mistakes.
The Dream of a Black Slave
I am a black slave,
I am black like the night,
Dark as this one,
Black as the KKK's heart.
I have a dream,
I'd like on day the bells of freedom
To sound all over the United States.
I'd like the pure light of freedom
To clear up the darkest places of the South.
That light, symbol of liberty, softens the hardest hearts.
I hope that the scent of freedom reaches the highest summit
And the farthest villages of the United States.
Ring bells of freedom.
Ring onto all regions, States, towns, and villages.
Ring onto all hearts.
I hope that one day I can see it with my own eyes.
I hope that one day I can touch that dream with my hands.
I hope that one day I can taste this wind of change.
Fee l it, the change is back.
But unfortunately for the moment,
I'm just a Negro ;
Black as night,
Dark as this one.
At night cold and black
A crowd joyful and white
A fire burning and alive
Innocent children laughing and playing
The feast is ready
The meat is on the steakhouse
The wine is in the mouth
Puppets come on stage
The game is simple
Freed from their shackles
They're in the center of attention
For the scene of the moment
Tied around the neck
Set on horses
A sign of the manager
And the wine
If you look in the mirror
Can you see the horror?
If you condemn this man
You throw a brother in jail.
We have the same blood odor
Even if our skins are a different color.
Like a monster you hated me
Why all this persecution?
And the separation.
We want freedom
Black people are victims of shame
And our hearts are cold like the rain
We can feel the cold around us
For you, we are like poison
Your insulting words
Are like a blast
For you we are like dog food
But in reality we are just men like you.
The color of my skin defines my seat when there are white people inside the bus. The color of my skin makes it that I am different. I have to stand up and nobody will touch me.
- Listen to me, Listen to me with attention.
Yes, you have to pay attention because at the moment when I am talking to you, I am on the verge of tears. We live in the same country; we have the same nationality; but it's a fact you know, I am considered as another substance. My head is dark. I am hungry. I dislike violence, I dislike discrimination. Tell me, where is justice? We are all human beings but for all of them I am a monster. I am a slave, I am an animal, I am nothing... When I am working on the street they look at me with disgust. Tell me, where is racial equality? Tell me, where are my rights? Life is short; we have to say stop!
I don't understand when I see people who participate in lynching parties who are happy when black women are victims of violence and children too.
I have a dream one day all of this segregation in all cultures will change.
Free me from this love.
Break this barrier between us
This weight is becoming heavier.
It crushes me like a tank.
This situation hurts me
I wonder how you can smile.
I'm digging the grave of despair
Why? I'm white and you're black?
They don't know what we have in our hearts.
Why worry about the colour?
Pink is adorning all our hearts.
Everywhere in the world
Blacks are black and are gauging
Their merits compared to whites
I say blacks are black
Because there are two ways of being black
The first is a question of skin pigmentation
The second is to respond
To all the clichés that make the word.
I have to take this bus, the bus where I am not like everybody, I am "colored".
First, stares weighing on me, I am « it »
Then, looks compassionate
I am Ray
I walk and their words resound like crystal
While there; they sound like honey, repairing all evil.
I smell this hatred against the "Negro" who's sightless
As if we infested their scent of freshness
Then arrive these sensations in my throat just like the juice of endive, bitter
Which reflect my disgust to them, and which decrease when I get closer to "my brothers"
At the bottom, a sign, the sign of our difference, we are "colored"
The limit between them and us, as if we were animals, wicked.
One night in a cold and little town,
In an old and miserable house, a mother was about to cry
Because she knew that she was losing her daughter;
But she had to smile for the memory of her child
Who, at that moment, was on the verge of tears in the house of a slave owner.
Black people were segregated
They were stared at by white people
They were looked down upon, rejected and separated
At school, at the restaurant, on the bus, at the hospital
The sound of freedom they were hearing
Was just a proclamation of a fake freeing
Deprived from their civil rights
Black people were prohibited to be in a public place
Because segregation laws were put into place
They could not break rules
Otherwise, they were destroyed for undermining the laws
The scent of the end of slavery
Was transformed into the smell of the beginning of lynching party
Black people's flesh
Had still to suffer from bashes
They had to live with goose flesh
Their places in this world were only for their corpses
Because they were still executed with ropes replacing their shackles
Black bodies were transformed into dead bodies
They still had to bear this bitter situation
Because of white people's racism, aggressions and its aggravation.
Many were dying
There were thousands who were suffering
Families have been decimated
People were burned by the sun’s heat
Men have been exploited
Night celebrated a lyching party
"Oh white people were so oblivious!"
The battles were a big hit
Many families are scattered
Many people are tortured
Men, women, children are separated by society
The atmosphere was synonymous of black
Day has no effect or no existence
Trees were haunted by the spirit
Trees were fed by blood
Blooming flowers were transformed by the smell of burning flesh
Any living thing was against me
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