Digging in dirt, ragedy, hungry and tired
My reign of queen has unfortunately
been stolen & retired
Planting crops for free,
being raped by the master
My life of fame and fortune
has become a nightmarish disaster
On the outside I am broken,
my body and soul are worn
My heart believes in resurrection,
my faith and will are strong
My king has been enslaved
and along with him, me and mine
In this foreign land
of evil and hate no escape can I find
The children of my womb are displaced and alone
No emotion can describe my angish,
I wish we all were home
Defeated but not destroyed
I surcome to my infliction
Time will tell the tale
of my revenge and revolution
Protesting in the streets,
praying for change in my heart
Brothers and sisters try to bond in love,
instead of being torn apart
Submission turns into protest
as education brings knowledge
Inequality and poverty
guide us into college
Skills of leadership are learned with
expression of talent & art
Placing me in my proper category,
which begins a new start
Finding my true creator
has turned on a blinding light
Though my king be locked down
he discovers truth and insight
This land still holds us prisoner,
claiming the lives of our nation
Yet the oppressor had taught us his ways,
creating a foe of retaliation
Defeated but not destroyed
we surcome to this infliction
Time will tell the tale
of our revenge and revolution
Sitting on my throne,
in my expansive queendom
I rule only my world,
not causing pain or creating victims
Wisdom is present, knowledge is infinite
and all is real and true
Worship of my universal creator
is involved in all I do
Life has become sacred,
free and preserved throughout time
A better life is received,
for my family and loved ones of mine
Time is of essence,
meaning has great influence and importance
Love is pure as is the hate
for the seeds of evil and corruptness
A world alien in nature,
for it can be inhabited only by a few
The best dwell there,
and partake of blessings as we were meant to
Riches of a queen adorn me,
though obtained from rags of a slave
We bear witness again of pyramids
instead of bones in the grave
Victorious and made anew
we overcame their infliction
Time has already told
of our revenge and revolution.