The Pill - The Last Poets, Bernard Purdie

Are you aware of the pill?

Its basic design is to kill

The fertile womb

Becomes a tomb

For a new child unborn still

I say, are you aware of the brute

Whose job is to wither the fruit?

They’ll cause us to fall

Our history and all

By cuttin' us off at the root

They say We’ll stunt Africa’s growth

And Asia has too many folks

Too large is the mouth

In the Latin South

We’ll aid 'em by cuttin' their throats

No, we must approach as a friend

And do our job from within

We’ll feed 'em the pill

That’s made up to kill

And make their beginning their end

So poor folks of the world be aware

For their evil design is laid bare

Watch out for the hag

With the little black bag

Marked Birth Control Peace Corps and Care

It’s part of a game that they play

And it’s designed to make poor people pay

It’s part of a lie

To help you to die

White they cart your resources away

I say conspiracy is in the air

To control the children you bear

Control of the land

Is a part of the plan

As your kind grows increasingly rare

It’s a truth to be understood

Though at first it may appear good

But it’s a menace to health

And to lineal wealth

Since you can’t reproduce when you should

And in this respect I am told

It is better to use self-control

For the future and truth

Belongs to the youth

Since you cannot prevent growing old

So make sure that your reasoning is sound

Before taking that love potion down

For it would be a shame

To come into fame

For being the last one around