The divine right of being African and being proud of it...
IF ever I had a country : LIV - LV
LIV
IF ever I had even at an Event Horizon a country
And if ever I were by self-arrogated Divine Right His or Her Imperial Majesty
I'd clamp in pig-irons every one of the Courtiers y compris Sir Walter Raleigh
For any offence thought not to be higher or lower than lčse majesté
And have them all dumped in the cramped Black Hole of Calcutta without pity
For plotting and planning some centuries hence the Art of Conning the People through Democratic Demon-o-kratie
That is, if ever I were by self-arrogated Divine Right His or Her Imperial Majesty
And even if I never ever had at any Event Horizon no country
LV
IF ever I had even at an Event Horizon a country
And if ever I were by self-arrogated Divine Right the Heir Apparent future Imperial Majesty
I'd sit on His Majesty's Crown of stolen diamonds opals moonstones and gilded finery
To warn all my Princes Princesses Lords Ladies Dukes and Marquis on bended knee
That I'd send them forthwith down pitch-black Black Hole for standing uppity on their assumed Noble Ancestry
And remind them all every one of us are descended sans exception from the Black African humanity Tree
That is, if ever I were by self-arrogated Divine Right the Heir Apparent future Imperial Majesty
And even if I never ever had at no Event Horizon a country
As usual, you have the courage of your convictions, Ron. Not many out of Africa will admit to our anthropological roots being black, and if ever they do, they always qualify their statements with buts and ifs... and in the end, they refuse their origins in their entirety by rallying round the slight mutations Europeans and Asians have undergone down the ages. Well done! And cheers to the "blackness" in our souls. I'll drink to that. Every good wish.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
Let this coming of age story of a boy named Bean take you back to a simple time. Set in a small southern town in the 1960's, encircled by a river and gleaming white cotton fields.
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