I can hear them, distraught voices of wailing mothers
Calling from the depths of mighty waters
Clutching their hurting ovaries, screaming for their beloved
Don’t give up boy, don’t give up son – come on
A longing soul of a loving mother, dying to see another of my brighter days.
Come on home, come on warrior – diamond of my heart.

Echoes reverberate from every land on earth
Of calls for a lost flock – bah- bah black sheep
Trimmed of their wool down to their dark skins
Taking the wind the cold, the storms and the scotching sun
All for the fluffy comfort of an anorexic master
All for love, a black heart, far from a seething home.

These voices pierce my soul, they pain my heart
I try to ignore, but they wail to unravel the ears of my soul
They seem to question my sobriety - my ingenuity
I hear the spooky– ghostly laughs, they turn my anger
These are my folks, forever crying for mercy
Crying for a forsaken race – begging, come on home.

These strong walls crack to a caged anger
Anger for a carryover injustice, facts buried under sandy beaches
Hypocrisy embedded in a pseudo- free world
Where black men pay for freedom behind fortified walls
Modern slave yards – justified and constitutionalized
But home calls their names – come on, come on home.