Change

Seasons change New life blossoms New Beggings Sure to come However Stains of the past carry on The grip of racism Yet to let go Historical tragedies Come and gone But one remains timeless and strong Discrimination of a certain colour Hate towards black people Yes seasons change New mindsets born A system so flawed Has yet to be updated Houses destroyed to be rebuilt Roads stained by blood Replaced with new pavements Streets cleaned with bleach that lingers Now stays the remnants of erasure Black history buried under a new dawn Now flowers grow over dead ones Symbolises eradication Of black lives victim to oppression Change is good Change is different But most of all beneficial To the survival of an ever progressing world But the past a damp that causes mold One that stays in the shadows of trauma One that can cause the world's downfall Especially if the world survival Depends on black labour Knowing it could crumble with the weight of us gone When the existence of life And a hope for a better future Depends on the existence of black people Why are we subject to racial torture One must think are they the problem Or is it the pride and ego Living within the oppressors