THE BLEEDING PEN ANTHOLOGY 34
Mouth of the paupers smell
Humiliation that has swell
Both on their right
And in every body’s sight.
It pains me to the spine canal.
To see how you behave so irrational.
To fellows of your own very specie.
And transfer those love to mere Kitty.
Have we not same abraham moses and many other?
Why then do thou not treat us as brother?
Racism, Racism Racism
Now widely spread as Ism.
You never bothers enslaving me in your cave,
You said, I’m just your slave.
You never think I’m human…
Just like you, I’m not my skin.
He was pushed, murder he committed
Without rigor was convicted
I blame him not, not a slight criticism
For the crown of fear it was, fear of racism.
Water,thicker than blood they say
For blood remains crimson and water,blank
And as the drumbeats of gidigbo increase by domains
So does the song of disintegration flanks
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