Racism
Them that never cease to claim
Everything that’s ours is theirs.
They take our lands,
They spill our blood;
Our children are consumed by lust.
The future, but a toxic mix:
Ancestors lived and died for this?
This legacy, blighting as a spell;
Contaminating, burns a living-hell.
Who is man and who is beast
When one pretends to love but hates?
Copyright 23.10.14
(Written for Black History Month Oct in UK
The killing continues in plain sight and in various guises)
Copyright © Patricia L Graham | Year Posted 2014
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