American strife.

The skin of a man is worth more than his life.

A continent of people had been robbed of their land,

While the fat cats of the world exploited the upper hand.

They shackled and shipped them across seas as sardines.

And drove and treated them as flesh-covered machines.

If black had blemished any branch or root,

Society kept them under the white man’s boot.

No messiah or liberator ever came,

The once free race, rendered tame.

One: Land of the Free, Home of the Slave

A nation’s unity broken and divided,

The meaning of ‘American’ becomes two-sided.

Lincoln gunned down before the war.

Douglas, not Booth, settled the score.

Leadership under Johnson proved to be prostrate.

Within a few years America became a Confederate state.

Jefferson Davis took the reigns of D.C.

And through the KKK he enforced unity.

Halloween every day and masks to conceal.

The hanged would never find their voice to appeal.

“It’s called the White House for a reason.

Any man of color would be an act of treason.”

The free blacks fled across the Atlantic and Pacific

White senators made the inalienable rights more specific.

“Ain’t gonna have a man in the Oval Office without white on his skin.

Such an act would be an intolerable sin.”

These slogans and quotes continued to justify and hide,

While the whites in their suits had God on their side.

Two: The Birth Of A Nation

Jefferson’s quote rang truest to their distorted vision,

“Away with political parties and obstructing division!”

The American Party formed, seeking its fill

And within no time at all, controlled Capitol Hill.

“All white men were created equal!” The newspapers cried.

While the world forgot the millions of slaves who had died.

America declared that the black and the brown

Would be bred for the whites and always kept down.

Frederick Douglass escaped to Europe from his plantation,

And told of America’s crimes, denouncing all justification.

He instilled hope to the slaves and dreams to the policed.

He promised that someday they would all be released.

Garrison’s The Liberator never made it to the presses

He was hanged and never fulfilled any progresses.

The voices of America were stifled and gagged

Any sign of dissent was immediately flagged.

Three: As American As A People Die

The Great Depression remained away from America’s shores

The kings of cotton evolved into obese, content whores.

With endless free labor, the possibilities were clear.

No New Deal was required for the Brain Trust to steer.

“Slaves to American families to help all survive!”

And by all, they mean white, while blacks in breeding camps thrive.

Buildings are built and roads are repaved

With such alarming speed by the mindless enslaved.

Across the seas in a span of forty years,

The Germans hoped to turn the rest of the world into gears.

The Führer learned from America’s philosophies and actions.

The treatment of blacks gained little reaction.

The American nation transformed their laboring grunts into killing machines.

Strapped with assault weapons and C-4 they ravaged with diversified means.

In war, the Japanese kamikazes were surprised and faced with mirrors,

Our slaves sent their planes into enemy ships and cities like spineless

volunteers.

Heroics and victories rested on the shoulders of slaves

However no medals or honors held their names, only graves.

And if by names you mean numbers, because that is what they owned.

Identities, non-existent; irrelevant if they were murdered or cloned.

Four: The Enslaved Race Is Given A Face

“Russia’s Communist propaganda threatens a corrupt utopia for all races,

The American Party cannot let such influences spark a rise in rebellious

cases!”

The Soviets launched their Sputnik and NASA their Explorer,

But the Americans had plans for excursions of increasing horror.

“Why bother sending monkeys or dogs?

We’ve still got our faithful, black cogs!”

The KGB had their Laika, their Gargarin.

Uncle Sam had his own stock for experimental expedition.

Knuckles split and cracked from the spade, the hoe, the satellite.

Trained diligently to follow order after order and to never excite.

This ain’t Uncle Tom’s, but Major Tom’s cosmic cabin.

Five: The Native Sun

Upon the rocket’s launch One-Nine-Six-Four heard voices

The words came through, hinting of forlorn choices.

“Why do the ties bind just as tight worlds above our own?”

“Massuh, the taste of cotton is all I’ve evah known.”

The numbered soul crashed through atmospheres and floated in space.

He survived a week to deliver the research and then joined the rest of his

race.

A people once so proud, conscious, spirited, and free,

Now linger in ruin, forever to stand on one knee.

Invisible Men

With no King, X, or Parks to remember fondly in our past

We shouldn’t expect to hear a triumphant roar of “Free at last!”

White sin still escapes judgment in that black, boundless sea of space.