Black Race
Ash, the powder on their faces
Chains, the ornaments around their necks
Rocks, the pillows they rested their heads
Even in the cold
Their sweat never dried up
Down their bodies blood flowed
When sweat ran out
Scars became their tattoos
Black traditions became taboos
Owned as pets, deprived of food
Bought our dignity
Starved of opportunity
And begging for immunity
The black community
Black is the colour of the night
Of the sky devoid of light
Of shadows lurking in the dark
Of a heart that bears love's mark
Black is the race that overcame
Years of slavery, hate, and shame
With strength and grace they rose above
And showed the world their boundless love
They paved the way for civil rights
Fought for freedoms, day and night
Made a difference, big and small
And finally answered racism's call
Their skin, so rich and bold and strong
Is a beacon for where they belong
In a world where prejudice is strife
They stand as champions in life
So let's celebrate the black race
Their courage, love, and endless grace
Let's embrace their rich history
And honour their legacy in eternity
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