Make lack meandering echoes spaghetti mice swastika rely meek deed pointy hats white robes suit and tie is this me? My race has a history of rape, murder and torture. What is left? Too many t’s go uncrossed. Too many lives get wrecked. Where is the old glory? Was it real, or was it simply a sordid, infected power, built on the backs of Africans, imprisoned, kidnapped and enslaved? What is the path ahead? When will we learn? Too much blood has been shed. Too many nightmares. Too much oppression. Too many suffering, hungry, fatherless children. Who will save them?
Stumbling along the sidewalk 