Melt
Not English, not Welsh, Irish, Scottish or Celt Or an alien being from Orion's belt The way I am treated as though I smelt The skin on my face brown and soft like felt Before the almighty, it was I that knelt Old pirates they came and my people they selt My back and my body they whipped to a welt Just try to imagine just how we felt Reminding us of the hand we were dealt Putting butter in my mouth, you know it won't melt.