Black's Black

BLACK’S BLACK From my window here I saw a black man Stabbed another black man With a black little spear In a dark manner Another black man Chased another black man To another black dead end His pants, I heard His pains, I felt As he turned in submission To face his joyful death “Take their bags and go” they chanted As they thronged and combed every corner for the next bloody *korekule* “Mob them,* axe* them” they sang As they devoured another black’s assets Now where is the love for blackness? Where is the voice for oneness? Why are these blacks so black, Even when the blackest pot produces white substances?