White folks: pack your bags and go. Our nut-brown world is quite offended. Make your shame-faced exit NOW, and leave your mansions unattended. Wait—before you pass the doors, it's time to settle ethnic scores. No more ragtime Minstrel show. Our Moorish science took it down. Black lives matter. White, less so— now move your pale face out of town . . . but first, shell out for racial shame Caucasian losers of the game. Cultural pride is ours alone: kings and Egyptian queens we were. The glories of our race, well-known bedazzle in a darkened blur (clear to Africa's descendants— puzzling to you white dependents). Blackness lent your world its light, taught the Dutch to tend those flowers. Scandinavia grew bright under our beneficent powers. Negroes gave your blondes their beauty; helped those Norsemen shake their dick.