BLACK CANNON FODDER (2026)

Slaves in uniform
Sent to early graves in units torn
By divisions based on skin color
Cast aside as the ‘other’
How often
Do we find dark people
In this role unequal
But selling their soul
As subject
Not citizen
In this fake republic
Where they’re not fitting in
First they refused you
Not trusting you
But now they use you
To give your life for your oppressor
Because you’re deemed lesser
They feel it better
To fall back on
Making you cannon fodder
So their own
Sons and daughters
Won’t have to place
Their own lives on the line
Believing theirs is worth
So much more than yours and mine
To them it’s fine
Throw you some colored ribbons
Pay you a rusty dime
Tin badges
Tokens of honor
And this is supposed to erase
All the bloodshed and horror
Inflicted on innocents
So they might take
Their land and wealth
It doesn’t matter to them
The cost in deaths
That’s what you’re for
Their hired gun
Tool of the white and rich
It’s a bitch the shit you’ve done
Got your heart drowning in shame
As you pretend to take pride
In your family name
Being on the side
Of causing so many innocents to die
Buffalo soldier Indian killer
Inside that silly uniform
You’re still a
“No good nigger”
In their eyes
And that outfit and tri-colored rag
Won’t disguise
That you’re a traitor
To the people
Especially the dark and poor
All for scraps and a brown stained nose…
From massa’s back door