On top of this land
Leaving no trace
For Forty thousand years
We never got lost
A Whiteman’s feet carve trails
The
Earliest graffiti on Black land
To a Blackmans eye
We find you dead or alive
The signs are all there
We are Blacktrackers misnamed
We are white trackers
Looking for you in a black place
A place you disrespect
At your peril