You need not be sorry
In your heart
You were’nt there then
That’s your belief
Your
Whiteman quest
But
Saying sorry must
Surely
Not be that hard
You only need to shake my hand
Or
Give me your best smile
On both your good
And
Your bad days
And
Be my friend for free
Offer
Me your thoughts
Then
Welcome my black spirit into your life
And
I will welcome you
With all my black heart
To my tribe
You will lose nought
And
We will both gain much
For our children
And
They will never need to be sorry
Again
About the next two hundred years