Messengers arrived with messages
Free at last to recognise the past
The black man's burning spear is art
Messengers blowing hard on golden horns
Blowing news across a sea of blues
African's art of jazz of art
His black hands beat me to
A cool blue world of art
Messages coming out from brass and skin
Looking back to find out what they lack
No pointed spear of truth no art
No black hands leading to
A cool blue world of art
No cool blue world of art