In the 60’s
When our strength and muscles
When our time and energy
Were used to yield
Thank God it ended in the 80’s
Oh! i could feel the aches in my bones
The bruises and wounds
The piercings that hurt my spick-and-spin flesh
The lock in our mouth that says “no food for us”
Oh! I remember the whips
The scars that remain
The handful meal they fed us with
The cage that was our home
Our life time
Our potency
Our horsepower
To yield satisfactory coinage
To effectuate creation
To innovate the world
Despite the degradation
Our prowess
Our finesse
Made the world
