All clad in black,
Others in forms of sack.
Tears rolling down the cheeks,
The ceremony then kicks.
A scream is heard,
Soldiers at guard.
Why kill our hero?
With nothing but zero!
You killed our son,
Using all in a gun.
Imprisoned him you did,
It’s all bad a deed.
Making a slave out of him,
And then brain-washing him.
Eroding our culture,
Like a wheel after a puncture.
We cry for dear Africa,
Neo-colonialism is a shocker!
This funeral is real,
No one is eating a meal.
Everyone is crying,
Others just screaming!
Why do this to us?
Who else wants to hurt us?
Our Africa is in a lot wrong,
It is all in the black funeral song.