Anger of Raked over Coals

Where was the wasted warmth  
so long ago, the vital spark afore
as we were harvested and shipped ashore
cold ground beneath our feet, abhorred
wound cut deep that never bled  
 
Our roots we left behind, still anchored deep
the pot of brotherhood, hangs o'er the fire
an echo of drums and dancing feet
the spirits, call to one empire
so deep the hurt, so dire the need
 
Oppressions chains, bit like the devils kiss
white overlords the optimist's of greed
and all minorities, the urinal on which to piss
Martin Luther's dream never to concede
our colour, will always say believe
 
For am I white but feel your dark inside
to suffer with tide of right'
the stain of we feel in your outcry
and break the mould, not pacified
rise up, not dormant laid like screed
 
In remnant embers lie your hopes
and suffering, a Phoenix of identity
in happiness its shores and slopes
fire rekindled, sums todays philosophy
from each ghetto, breaking free