Living in a white world with black boys and girls,
Giving freedom in a box with rotten fruit and bugs.
Its rags and dirt and mud and blood,
Its cold and hot and feverish sleep,
Its pain and anger, tears and rape,
Its sin and god and hell and man.
Eating fleshy mandarins,
Juice and sun run down their chins,
Letting dogs lick at their feet,
No scars, no blisters, clean and neat.
Briefcase, mobile, pager, suit
Mortgage, cable, shiny shoes
Harlem, Brooklyn, Alice Springs,
Separation revelations when foreign accents sing.
Living in a white world with black boys and girls,
Hiding freedom in a box with rotten fruit and bugs.
Its judgement, fear and lies and war,
Its bombs and planes and guns and sand,
Its you and me and us and them,
Its sin and god and hell and man.
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