Black

I balanced before the lord's table Munching morsel of eba Perhaps you called me a village boy Is it because am not a vagabond of western delicacies? Eyes redden Stomach strong Gulping down an ocean of palm wine You called me a palm tree, Is it because am too poor to stoop before champagne? Upon the tablet of my couch I assuage my nerves Snoring with bed-bugs Why laughed at me, is it because Your father's name is Bugs? As in the days of Adam we live You called us baboons Who are you to judge us? With nudity your daughters paint the streets Do you still called that civilization? You called me devil because am black Thank God, your God is black.