Hybrid Eyes

Piles of garbage; sounds of carnage they motion Blurry images of malnourished children Struggling for breath and bread They evince; the struggles as we grow -of how we ourselves are adversaries to our improvement, a hated compliment; Of our lust for not the future but the moment In bold they write headlines with demeaning adjectives that best describe our tribe - negros A continent taken as just a nation With a bunch of foolish souls With primeval irrationality, flagrant corrupt officials: Followers of a God that is partial. What they will never show Is the hope and courage dancing In those malaria eyes The trueness in our loose ties They won't write, Stories of how our crudeness Made them their goodness Of us being their reservoir A training ground for their geniuses — Perfect confirmation of their guises. Will they ever have those eyes? Those that see us as civilized humans Minding our own business.