Black Is Allergic To Black

As we unfold the sad stories untold, Behold to observe all, our hearts hold. Our soil is wet of blood of the bold. I wish their talents could be dugout Like platinum, diamond and gold. Some were sold to die, yet not old... Boredom is freedom with no kingdom We're dethroned and lost like Sodom. We forgot for which we stood for: Drew a line that our fear had to repair, So we for lack of trust in team despair. Fine was all it went as a result of fight We fought to be equally granted right. Thine and mine eye made one in sight Together our team couldn't fright, now We retire in desire that fuels the fire Of hope which construct blacks empire. Black believes bury the poor blacks alive Into one big-black-grave we take a dive, Priests deceive innocent souls for wealth The reason members struggle for health.