The Race of Racism
I stand firm today
Not withstanding the race
The speed to fast
Our destiny infinite
Sick and tired I am
Of the segregation in us
You call them apes
Fighting for grapes
In the white mans schools
Question to you, should they not school?
We can't blame the lord
We can't curse our parents
Choice of color we have not
Choice of birth place, beyond our choice.
You call them monkies
You call them ugly
No! Look at her
Her hypnotizing beauty.
Her deep sensation beauty.
I wish I was dark.
A friend to me she is.
A sister to me she seems
Till our hair turn grey
Our bond shall exist .
Love them all, cherish them
@ Tha Formidable Cheru
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