Universally connected
Deeper than the acacia trees root
In the MOTHERLAND of our birth
Mother Africa extend beyond
Penetrating the world
Like a hypodermic syringe
Delivering creative CCs of conscienceness
Infiltrating the grimy negative mess
We as the burdened people
Carrying a lot on these tormented backs
But we are equipped so
How do I know?
GOD inform me so
Just listen to the silence
It speak volumes of truths
Even the ones we don’t want to know
Find that connection and discovery
That we are powerful indeed
All sisters and brothers.