When Total Strategy(Final Solution) was being elaborated and implemented it was manifested as did the Trojan horse was. Whilst the people slept and asleep as slaves of the Boere, when there was no one at the gates, prompted A Queen Mother Audley Moore in her Poem: After four score years of freedom Our so-called leaders say that the race has made great progress And we face the dawn of day But the day in not qquite dawning Millions of my peoples stand pleading at the bars of justice for reparation and land Were not free in this country And the truth is the light So I turn to ask my watchman Whats the hour of the night? We died fighting for democracy I admit this to be true Yet Countless African women & men Have no homes or work to do If we wish to see the daylight Or the rising of the Sun We need our self-determination Our won affair to run since reparations will put freedom in our sight Let us turn to ask the watchman Whats the hour of the night? We fought with the mighty armies When they battled with the Huns Faced the fierce pangs of combat Herd the roar of the guns But no change came in our condition When the smoke had cleared away For the blood we shed in battle Did not bring the dawn of day All of our suffering and serivce Left us in the same old plight So I turn to aask my watchman Whats the hour of the night? The Whites are celebrating their freedom A bicentennial whose praise they sing But Africans are also jumping on board Although we didnt get a thing Were still struggling for integration As though it was a glorious fight So Ive got to as my watchman Whats the hour of the night? Music is an art or science In which African men reign supreme But the story of our progress Is still a vision or a dream But we have great voices for singing Buut we have no voice ion court Imagine being attacked by police dogs Just to register and vote With self-determination We would have our perfect right So we turn to ask our watchman Whats the hour of the night? African men boast of their religion Though I wonder if they should When you take an inventory Youll find them not so good We build thousands of fine churches With the dollars that we give Yet masses of our people Have no decent place to live We say God is our rich father Yet were always on a tight Watchman strike a match and tell me Whats the hour of the night Civil rights law just for us Is proof that were not free How could we be fooled to think We had a share in this democracy When foreigners come here Theyre made citizens by choice Citizenship was imposed upon us We venver had a choice The passage of the 14th Amendment Took away the right So you better ask the watchman Whats the hour of the night? Time is running out for us A deadline we must meet To file reparation petitions and make politicians earn their seats If were to win this battle, Every organization must join the Fight Then well tell our watchman Whats the hour of the night (July 27, 1950)
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