Panther

What separates that master race
From the hopefuls and the bums
Ain't to calculate equation
Ain't dexterity of thumbs

What separates the human race
It ain't digits, it ain't sums
It's capital's ability
To point finger at the slums

So when they point their fingers down at you
And you point yours right back
Remember that their history
Is of giving zero slack

From the suffering of the suffragette
To the Mississippi black
The history of the Christian name
Is you're alright if it's Jack

Tiger, tiger. burning bright
Panther, panther burning black
The only colour they respect
Is the one that don't talk back

From the gold mines in South Africa
To LA's seething mob
The times they are a changin'
But only if you're Bob

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Panther, panther burning black

What separates this century
This decade or this age
Is to think it's brand new chapter
When it's just another page

What separates these current climes
From the good old key and cage
Is the black folk think they're turning pink
And the white folk think they're beige

So when they're pointing and they're asking you
What colour is your skin
It's the brown of always looking down
It's the black of total sin

It's the film The Color Purple
It's sisters, brothers grim
It's that pre-judged ID parade
That nods and says "That's him'