Nineteen Hundred and Sixty-Nine

Nineteen Hundred and sixty nine,
Is the same year I was pushed out of my mother’s womb,
An infant black male,
Destined for the penitentiary or the tomb,
Nineteen hundred and sixty nine,
The same year America showed you that a white man could walk on the moon,
While Negroes marched in Selma,
Where they were referred to as Niggers and Coons,
And in nineteen hundred and sixty nine,
The same year as the Vietnam crisis,
When Nixon became a coward and young American soldiers black and white lives were the prices,
And although segregation had supposedly ended,
We found out it was a hoax,
Cause these United which are actually divided states only pretended,
While Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat,
Millions of Africans dying from apartheid still had no food to eat,
When you think we had it bad at home,
Think about the seven and eight year old kids forced to work the mine in Sierra Leone,
Forty five pounds of malnourished being whose heartbeats is why South Africa should atone,
Yeah Nineteen hundred and sixty nine,
Young Negroes encountered racial injustice from block to block,
While white teenagers and adults invaded Woodstock smoking weed, heroin, PCP and rock,
But the most important event in Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Nine was the assassination of Dr Martin Luther King,
All because he walked the streets of Mississippi singing Let Freedom Ring,
He was always an advocate for non violence,
But now its 2009 and time for us to break our silence,
Cause no longer is it golden,
When its all this hatred that’s holding us back,
Who am I referring to,
Everyone from Whites to Asians to Hispanics and Blacks,
39 years ago this poem being written by a black male,
May have been frowned on and considered out of line,
But I don’t care,
IT’S NO LONGER NINETEEN HUNDRED AND SIXTY NINE.