Hang That Black Man Poem by Adams King

Hang that black man on the gallows
And watch another black man smile
Then another from his window peep
Like cowards only brave in lock doors
It's a circle we must all go round
Today my turn tomorrow yours
No matter how you play the loyal dog

How useless the throne has become
When the crown is placed on empty head
Grey, bald and wrinkle weak fools
Men with lengthy years of foolishness
Rebranded slaves, kings of no kingdom

How do you find comfort in slavery
And watch your own ravaged by poverty
You sold out our mortars and pestles
To dine on tables of pounded yams
Decorate your heads with good gold
And bare many tittles of no honor

My people, enduring slaps and stripes
Look up to cursed fig trees for fruits
Placing more caps on headless men
And more beads on neckless beings
Prodigal Presidents, greedy governors
Mad ministers, cursed chancellors
Any name the demons bare to play holy.