This is dedicated to the Unit Leader who sees everything but reports only what white management wants to hear.
Like Argus in Greek mythology you are never asleep,
One eye remains open at all times roving.
You see injustices that occur but never speak up,
Instead you run to Cap' boss for another biscuit
and piece of chicken.
Does the eye see how Youth Service Officers suffer?
Will the eye take an honest critique of white management?
Can the eye continue to guide you up the stairs to Cap' boss
office where you grin like Sambo,
Or dance up and down the stairs like Bogangles Robinson.
Yes the all seeing eye goes up to heaven and down to earth.
Yet that eye blots out truth while embracing deception,
Wash away your hatred of black people.
Pour into that eye the liquid that Harriet Tubman used
Maybe then you will develop enough backbone
And not strut around like a plantation Mammy.
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