Black's Black
BLACK’S BLACK
From my window here
I saw a black man
Stabbed another black man
With a black little spear
In a dark manner
Another black man
Chased another black man
To another black dead end
His pants, I heard
His pains, I felt
As he turned in submission
To face his joyful death
“Take their bags and go” they chanted
As they thronged and combed every corner for the next
bloody *korekule*
“Mob them,* axe* them” they sang
As they devoured another black’s assets
Now where is the love for blackness?
Where is the voice for oneness?
Why are these blacks so black,
Even when the blackest pot produces white substances?
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