A King of Kings
Lord of Mansa Musa�s
Power and regality
Stripped of his royalty
Stripped of his robes
Stripped of his humanity
Stripped of his skin
By the darkside of man
Darker than his hide
No more an earthly divinity
But a ravaged carcass memory
Strung from the limbs
Of a poplar tree
His drastic demise
is welcomed with glee
smiles and cheers
and merry jigs
Southern Magnolias
Splattered with blood
As red as the sin
That put it there
As red as the hate
That drove the act
As red as the passionate
Degree of that hate
He is left a lone
Martyr of Might
A solitary fruit
With the flavor of fear
That grows and ripens
And plunges to the earth
From where it hung
A ghastly reminder
But as we all know
A fruit must fall and rot
To plant its roots and rise again
Roots of independence
Roots of pride and dignity
Planted by Booker T. W.E.B and
Dr. M.L King
As the black sons of liberty
Stirrings of growth
Erect the prodigal form
Of the mighty Oak Tree
In defiance of all odds
in favor of its oppression
the mother of promise
the mother of strength
and umatched resolve
and the mother of bubbling
numbers of these fruits of redemption
Diverse in color
Diverse in flavor
We are the fruits of this loom
Warriors against the Negro�s gloom
Who declare in just our being
The resurrection of our King.
-Ramses Westbrook-Scott
