THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 33
White,a distinct of black
Just like the rich antonymous to the lack
Here and there.. opposition breeds
Blue is no friend of green creed
The son of sadomasochism
With Grey hair aloft racism.
Talks of the lords over serf
With total power on a staff.
You accused my mind to be evilly dark,
Just like the calabash of Adin – I’m black.
Oh! Just because you are white as the morning light,
You considers all your ways to be right.
To see his people conform to this
More hatred it brought, daily grudges
For he paid more for rent
His home isolated desert
Are we not children of the same mother?
Why then are we chased away from thy border?
Does different stream of blood run through our veins?
Oh why then do thou hate the black Race?
Dear racist, love don’t hate.
And stop saying “we ain’t mate”.
We were created to be one.
And not to loathe others with scorn.
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