The Men of Thames, I have chased
Out of the land that bore me.
The weeds that choke harvests
On my dying farm,
I have removed.
Out of my streets that cry daily
Of the terrors that iron horses bring,
I have chased away the seekers of fortunes.
With blood of my kin I chased the slave masters
I become yet, a slave again.
My face, I deface with the white man’s rainbow,
My precious black skin,
I adorn with rags of silk.
My father’s tongue, I loathe,
The “eths” and “evs” of the Man of Thames
I greatly desire.
I mar my futures from my culture,
My history I have left to be vultured.
I have neglected the ancestral paths,
I am black and
I am enslaved.
