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In incandescence

Was black as coal, injustice and its rifts
from the deepest pit    
as from the face, each lump was chipped    
   
The dust that chokes    
bare chested men eat nowt but grit    
as I silently applaud    
   
To face the task with hands so raw    
a brotherhood of incandescence born    
as we should take, the baton passed    
whatever colour, creed or class    
   
For each is born with same    
in nakedness and wrapped in natures needs.    
The struggle on,    
 some struck lame, the disability of colour    
thongs tight tied by oppressions wrongs    
   
So march with me and feel the lumens    
of my choice    
burn your brightness like an everlasting torch.    
Turn stiff necks and claim the streets    
for incandescence, is the beating drum    
the vigil with bare fists, humanity so incomplete    
 
slipalong
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