In the depts Of the Soul,
The true black man is
Ignited with whole
Waves of fury
Towards the institutions
That works to console—
Like the jars that selfishly
Deprive the world of the
Doughy sweets that are to
Be offered to the globe, and to themselves
The breathe of freedom,
Equality to that of which it is held.

Expose the jar—the
Institutions, Revolution!

Through the anger of the
Dough, The cookie learns
The contents of itself, and,
The motives of the Jar.

“Conceal me!?”, they say in
Vengefully angry cohesive tones.

The cookies awaken!!
And The Soul of Black Folks
Expose and refuse further
Participation in the jar.

The subjugated ones destroy
The institutions with impulsive
Anger and dismantle oppression.

But the cookie awakens from
The memorization.
He is alone, not in physical
But in awareness and frustration.

Which means, it is time
To spread the word, young black soul.
Titillate the masses, Subvert the System!

The soul cannot be forever suppressed!,
It urges for freedom, and the right to equality!