You were born the top of the heap
You were raised in society's favor
The patriarchy is ruthless and deep.
A woman's place is to serve and to weep
Black skin bows to the white enslaver
To the children's beds the fathers do creep.
In money and power you swim, neck-deep
Beholding to men whose cruelty you savor
Your allegiance is purchased dirt cheap.
Throw your regrets in a silent heap
Swallow the communion wafer
Monsters will visit you as you sleep.
Oh, the company you keep
Sent to the torture chamber
You became the sheep.
Yes, you became the sheep
When you sold out your neighbor
The price you payed was steep.
O Father, death will be your savior.
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