AX (THE TAX ON BLACKS)

We all wonder As we blunder Through a plot that’s plodding past Whose direction are we under In the parts in which we’re cast?

We're weaned into this woeful world Where none of us has willed to come As through the Universe we're hurled All bounded by both to and from

We exist so we can see Existence is got to be In accord with all the natural laws But then, sorting nature out To learn what it is about We

I find I'm in a game I might as well play fair A game they rightly name Solitaire

I lay a bet To see a card The one I get To play is hard What can I say? I've always felt You play the hand you’re dealt

Inspired by the autobiography of the same title, by Oscar Brown, Sr.

Fire red and round it rises Now another day’s begun Full of sour and sweet surprises Under the sun

Once time was quantity untold there to try my patience But time has turned as I've grown old And altered our relations

There's only One Being Who's own self created The rest we are seeing Were initiated