Little Ditty

[cycloneman]

Barry.

Woke up today, the media spoke of a chocolate son.
He is made of the stuff they say first made our country one.
Living in style you know, he traveled the distant lands.
Feasted on dogs, but now it’s time to make your stand

Can we ignore the chosen facts of history
Or deny what people say is blasphemy
Arrived in the west my communist son
Look to the eyes of your countrymen
I think the message is ever so loud and clear
Barry their threw with you
They know just what you do
Papas dreams only live with you
And your mother.

In your mind your fathers dream is destiny.
You have taken flight and filled with envy
Time to replace and wash your face
That was a lie and such a disgrace
I think the message is ever so loud and clear

Barry don’t you run
You know you’re a Kenyans son
You gona loose like no one’s done
Just think what this will do to your mother

Your father’s cage is where you’ll stay
Freedom is turned away
Prison till you decay
Your fathers rage, what can you say

Look at the ages and into the sun
Look in the eyes of your countrymen
I see the message is ever so plane and clear
Barry don’t you run
You know you’re a prisoner’s son
Your father was a defiant one
And you are the ignorant son.