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Create a White Soil, It Is Worth the Toil

I am black, you are white... of course, my blood is red, what colour is yours? I am an African, you are an American, The Sun is my skin, why do you tan? 'I am white, you are black', well said! I have one head, have you got dash head? Oh you are well read, you swim in books, where comest these clowns and crooks? I am black, you are a Briton, that's right, you can read and write, see that light? You have two hands and one high heart, why crave this awful, ancient African art? I am black, I have this simple sack, Hey whiteman, I know you do not lack, I live in a hut, right on a humble hill, I see those misiles in your power mill. I am black you are white, that's wow! You did not create that colour...why cow? You call me a monkey, I eat sweet bananas, You seem like a racist with lustuous lacunas. I am black, yet in my eyes I see the stars, from that white skies you see but scars... You are so different, why do you lament, I am indifferent, you sound like... accident! I am black, but you are in a black list, You seem to be a terrorist, yes a racist! You will one day go down in a black soil or create a white soil, it is worth the toil!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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