Who Would Forget To Faint
If taken for A Saint
And black they just him paint,
Except The Truest Saint,
Who smiles down cruel taint
And in swipes finds the quaint?
Who won’t oneself repaint
Arranging for White Paint,
Asking for Man’s restraint,
To self with God acquaint…
Watching out for fresh taint
And being renamed A Saint?
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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