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Orange hot fiery
Eyes scorching like the sun
Her being is chained
To the poles of society
Random deceptive whips
Tear across her body
Drawing precious blood of humanity

Enraged by years of submission
Years of suppression and degradation
His spirit broken into millions of pieces
Scattered across the world
Like sand on a riverbed
He has forgotten himself
Or what part was meant to be him
His blood has been diluted
By the cruel jealousy of an oppressor

She struggles and twists her frail body
To let loose the vice of society
And as the thirsty earth
Drinks her precious blood
She gathers energy to fight on
Grim smiles and foul words
Pierce her delicate eardrums
Horrid images blind her pure sight
Fornicating, perverted men taint her body
But she waits and gathers her energy

He watches his children labour
In dark cold pits of poor ventilation
They are tossed by whips and chains
And kept alive by drops of water
The crumbs of yesterday try to sustain
Hungry stomachs of aging men
He watches in silence
And saves his tears
He can feel the anger grow
In the pit of his stomach
So he prepares
He barricades his mind
Against the oppressor's miseducation
And equips his children with virtue and strength
From the sacred books and wisdom of the elders

She observed as the seed slowly grew
In the parched desert under a merciless sun
And through the vines of an Almighty Provider
Her strength grew and filled her bosom
Waiting, waiting, waiting
And a gentle breeze whispered through the leaves
- It is time, rise up fallen woman
- Break the chains of this social incest
So with a fit of rage the pillars fell
And through the sooth of fever and decay
She rose a dark chocolate figure
Full hips and rounded buttocks
Her locks lashed out at her sun
So the moon came to its rescue
The steam of her anger darkened the land
Her eyes shut with rage and vengeance
So the gentle breeze whispered again
- Have mercy fallen woman
- Learn and teach, educate those who oppressed you
Hit your breast with your mighty fist
And show the pride of an ancient nation

Broad, strong shoulders
The men rose from bottomless pits
Years of labour threaded powerful muscles
Years of introspection and study
Made them wise and patient
So the day came with a bright sun
His oppressor tore at the air
With whips and rusty chains
Wait, wait, wait
And the gentle breeze whispered through the hollow pits
- It is time, rise up fallen men
- Break the chains of this social abomination
So with the strength preserved for years
He carried his children and their grandfathers
Through the misty social constructs that were made to bind him
With his strength, he uprooted faulty foundations
With his strength he unified nations
And clarified blurred perceptions