They Tell Us We Are All Citizens,

You Can Cuss Out Colonialism, Imperialism, And All Other Kinds Of Ism, But It's Hard For You To Cuss That Dollarism. When They Drop Those Dollars On You, Your Soul Goes.

They Cripple The Bird's Wing, And Then Condemn It For Not Flying As Fast As They.

At The Bottom Of The Social Heap Is The Black Man In The Big-city Ghetto. He Lives Night And Day With The Rats And The Cockroaches And Drowns Himself With Alcohol And Anesthetizes Himself With Dope, To Try And Forget Where And What He Is. That Negro Has Given Up All Hope. He's The Hardest One For Us To Reach, Because He's The Deepest In The Mud. But When You Get Him, You've Got The Best Kind Of Muslim. I Look Upon Myself As A Prime Example Of This Category - As Graphic An Example As You Could Find Of The Salvation Of The Black Man.

White Individuals That Have Been Going To Jail. Segregation Still Exists; Discrimination Still Exists. A Few Isolated White People Whose Individual Acts Are Designed To Eliminate This, That Or, Or The Next Thing But, Yet, It Is Never Eliminated Is In No Way Impressive To Me.

The British Empire Was So Vast And So Powerful, The Sun Would Never Set On It. This Is How Big It Was, Yet These 13 Little Scrawny States, Tired Of Taxation Without Representation, Tired Of Being Exploited And Oppressed And Degraded, Told That Big British Empire, Liberty Or Death.