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The Color of Opression

The Color of Oppression They trespassed into the motherland bearing nothing but unknown gifts to our small minded leaders Bartered with them for valuables far exceeding what they could offer in exchange They drew on masks to conceal their fascist ideals towards us; they pretended to be our friends Fake smiles were displayed as they greeted us, smiles that concealed their wicked hearts from our midst My ancestors impressed by sugar, clothes, bibles, and rum sold their people for meager goods Un-broadened minds restricted by sacred traditions, if only they knew If only they knew what hell these white demons could bring, the hatred they harbored They practiced mathematics on us as they divided my people Our traditional setting, our cautious nature, our yet to be broadened minds We fell victim as they did what aliens do to conquests…… Brain washed us Like mineral resources my people were exploited, our minds filled with ethnic propaganda They whispered lies we believed, lies that dampened our free spirits, and lies that chained our hearts They imposed slavery, stole our riches with colonialism, imprisoned our minds with imperialism Decades my people lay captive, their hearts beating to a common voice A booming call was cast across the motherland; a call for freedom was issued My people`s hearts became a group of lions, their hearts swelling with pride White is the color of those who started the first and second world war White is the color inflicting social injustice, instigating a social stereotype White is the color of the truly wicked, the color of the third Reich White is the color of the ashes left behind in Hiroshima and Nagasaki White is the color of those who lynched my American brothers and sisters White is the color of the Nazi and the Ku Klux Klan Yet white is ironically the color of peace, love and tolerance White is the color of shameful men, the color of a cancer with no treatment White is the color of those whose power is dwindling with each decade White is the color of the weak White is the color of those drained of life, those ruled by death White is the color of those defeated by true freedom

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Date: 12/17/2016 6:41:00 AM
Powerful poem!! Well done!! Terry
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Marco Kalunduka
Date: 1/10/2017 10:54:00 AM
Thank you, I appreciate it alot

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