© By Boinkaz
Beneath the concrete stairs
Are hypocausts of change.
Rally them as one
And they’ll warm you with their flame.
Come together people
Know your duty.
Choose your lane.
How they laughed at the uppity nigra
Under their high noses they know
Surely this country won’t elect
Such a black man
Even if he’s half white
In your face, as I grab my crotch
Name this you dogs, now sniff my hand
Over the earth on which it is built
Bounds a rising hope
Around the corner lies mounting schemes of disunity
Away from the center,