The souls of the East
Who is I if I can't be who I need to be?
Are what I want to be to be what I need to see?
If this universe is free, than why I'm not free?
If I'm free to be what I want to be?
Its like we are living in defeat,
Eating the raw meat of the flesh of this beast,
Where stress and agony is the crease in these sheets,
Where we fear to speak when it's time to speak,
It's like we are a small gain of wheat
Where seeds are planted that put us to sleep,
Where we frown when we eat
The spoil food from the floor of this beast,
As this system place us on our knees,
Upon the ground that we beat,
With our heads to the sky,
Giving praises to the crown of this beast,
As this system feast off the souls of the East!!!
I am Sa_ Ra_ Safari Mossiah kamau
At Ridgeland Correctional Institution