WE BAREFOOT WHILE THEY PUSS IN BOOTS BY KACEY MOORE ©2016
Why are my people too afraid to fight?
Why do we demonstrate so peacefully?
Why do we hide our cowardice behind the light?
Why can’t we demand comfort from the government?
Why do we suffer while they loot?
Why do we accept every lie they tell us?
Why do we bare foot while they puss in boots?
Why does our blood boil in secret while salvation waits in the spilling?
Aren’t there a people so strong and fearless?
Isn’t there a father tired of tears?
Isn’t there a mother weary of worry?
Isn’t there a son fired up with rage?
Isn’t there a dragon poet who desires to spit fire?
Isn’t there a Mandela ready to embrace rusted prison bars?
Isn’t there a Junior Jesus amongst us?
Isn’t there a me and you?
Let’s fight, fight, and fight
Let’s fight for peace no more
Let her fight her own battles
Let’s fight for ourselves
Let’s tie our necks and wrists with red rugs
Let’s see ourselves as neither elephants nor umbrellas
Let blood and sweat unite us
Let’s shake the very foundations of our nation
Until there are no more hills and valleys
Let’s make clouds of smoke until it rains fire
Let’s march through the shield walls of the blacks
Until our tongue can reach your majesty’s ears
Let our foreheads kiss until he can taste our tears
Let’s not ask him for peace and unity
For we haven’t lost them
Let’s demand a comfortable life
For father, son, daughter and wife