when you think of a man who willrub your back and speak ofwhat Garvey saidwho will have known you for lifetimesand recognized you yesterdaywho will learn to eat with his right handbecause that is the way of your peopleand your people have become his bloodevery word will be poetrythe sound of your namefrom his mouth willsound like holy scriptures andsacred chantsyou will tremble at the thoughtof his touchbrown fingers on thesmall of your backkisses on thenape of your neckqueen, how long have youknelt before kings without crowns?arise, arise and lift your headyour king has come