1. Black! White! Church? Right!
Every Sunday, you hear the Good News
Among like-colored faces in the pews.
Does not your soul feel somewhat amiss
In your holy temple of monochrome bliss?
The Lord’s church—a sanctuary of piety—
Has become a reflection of an ugly society.
Racism can be a subtle sin,
But it will cause you to lose your soul, my friend.
To God’s will, are you truly committed?
Or by Satan’s deceit, have you been outwitted?
The place where you strengthen your spiritual education
May be Satan’s greatest tool to cause segregation.
Racial division lives within this worldly theocracy,
But the Lord may see it as shameless hypocrisy.
“A house divided, cannot stand.”
The principle is simple, yet the wisdom escapes man
phillip mccullough
Sing, Dear Mother Africa
I say, hey, dear Mother Africa,
Sing your sad, sad song.
Tell them how you gave them life
And how they do you wrong.
Tell them, Mother Africa.
Tell them, sweet mother of all.
If given the truth again and again,
Maybe they’ll hear your call.
Your lighter children left the cradle.
They journeyed far and wide.
But your darker sons and daughters
Stood proudly by your side.
Their appreciation of life
Was one of humble sophistication.
The fragile beauty of the land
Complimented the wisest of civilizations.
The natives cultivated the land,
And, likewise cultivated their minds.
Many of the diverse cultures
Were artistic, skilled and refined.
Yes, dear Mother Africa,
Sing your tune of irony.
It’s funny to be called “noble savages.”
When you’re the epitome of humanity.

2. Tell them, Mother Africa:
While the natives were clothed like men,
Their white brothers were still living in caves
And running around in animal skins.
But that is just one example.
There are hundreds of comparisons.
There is much more to be learned of Africa
And the story of her sons.
Sing on, child of genesis.
Sing your sad, sad song.
Tell them how you gave them life,
And how they do you wrong.
Eventually the barbarians returned,
Beating down the ocean with ominous ships.
They came with savagery in their hearts,
And guns on their hips.
Yes, oh Mother Africa,
Tell your woeful tale.
Reveal how they raped your lands
Of gold, and diamonds as well.
They did not even realize
That they were robbing their original mother.
But the greatest tragedy of all,
Was how they treated their darker brothers.
You tell them, Mother Africa—
How they put the natives in chains—
How they forced different peoples to foreign lands.
The treatment was quite inhumane.
Let them know, dear Mother Africa—
How they broke up families—
How they broke the spirit of a man,
Robbing him of humanity.
Tell them, Mother Africa!
Spare no mercy! Reveal their sins!
Tell how women and children were raped
By the brutal and cruel white men.
Many are so ignorant,
They don’t even realize their brothers’ resentment.
Many are oblivious to the tale
That underlies the feelings of discontent.
Many would like to hide the guilt
With a plea of innocence.
Others attempt to veil the deceit
With a facade of ignorance.
Sing, oh Mother Africa!

3. Sing, again and again!
Tell your white sons to scrutinize history
And truly make amends.
Tell them that they have faltered
With the stonewalling and half solutions.
In order for this country to survive,
There must be understanding and complete conclusions.
So sing, dear Mother Africa.
Sing your sad, sad song.
Tell them how you gave them life,
And how they do you wrong.
Unenlightened Negro
Why do you verbally abuse me
When your mind is the one that needs to be free?
You! Black man! Too quick to call me a nigger.
Well, fancy that, my brother. Go figure.
You’re the one that’s using the white man’s label.
Ironically, you are the overseer that enables
Mr. Charlie to continue to divide our race.
But now you are oblivious to the shame and disgrace.
You are dancing to the tune that many white men sing,
Like a mindless dummy—a puppet on a string.
You even let “the man” steal your religion.
Why do you base your spiritual decisions
On misguided perceptions about the white race?
God sacrificed Christ so that all should have grace.
Black and white, and every color,
The goal is to teach all men to be brothers.
And you call me a nigger, you self-proclaimed “progressive mind,”
But you are the one that needs to free your mind.
One Race
Why do we do this to others?
Say racist comments
Do culture bias
Love is not here
We love our neighbor
As long as they are the same
Different people are weird
Different cultures are stupid
Why we think this I don't know
We are all one race

4. The human race
by Gary R. Hess
Race
Is my worth a function of my skin tone
Was there something to be said for being the same race
Why aren't we same even though we're of the same race
Why aren't we friends of each other
Why can't we help each other through
We reach out to those we're most comfortable with
Always alienating someone we're not
That everyone else thinks we get along with
Perhaps no one will know any different
Perhaps we'll keep everything at home
Yet that never happens
So when someone else speaks of self hatred
I wonder if that hatred comes from a familiar face
What happens with those in the same place
Or those that just happened to be there
That don't look exactly like you and me
Yet are for all practical purposes
Exactly like you and me
Who likes who, who's hot or not
Who sacrificed themselves
In spite of what we are on the outside
Paper bags, cheap combs and swimming pools
If I can't get my hair through it
I can buy someone else's hair
I can have hair manufactured
If I can't pass that test
Then perhaps I can dress myselfup
Wear expensive clothes and pass
Somewhere else; go into the store
What do you see, who do you see
Who owns the store, who are you buying from
So where does all of this come from
If you're a strong individual
Self-sufficient, knowledge of self
Automony, wisdom, conscientiousness
Does it matter what you look like on the outside
Or do you need parties, exclusivity, clubs
Organizations, high places to hide in
To feel better about yourself
Do I need to be excluded from those things
Cast in the outer darkness to where I can
No longer even look in, to do my own thing

5. Do I need a justification not to like you
Or perhaps I didn't like you anyway
Perhaps I just needed a reason
We learn it elsewhere, among other races
Among other cultures, other classes, then
We bring it home as something good and
Positive, to protect ourselves
Sort of like the fatty foods we eat
Cursed meat from animals left to their own
Devices, as we are when we're away from God
When he no longer wants to help us
Yeah sort of like that, something like it
Yet realize what we've done once it's too late
My color in comparison to your color
"I like it completely different, but not too close To home", what does that say about me,
what
Can it say about you, and why do any of us
Continue to do it?
Is that what you've said, or what you think
Yet are afraid to say, we say that we would
Appreciate people "keeping it real" with us
Political correctness, let's keep it real with each other
Christopher Kendalls.