Blacks as a whole
Are not as intelligent as Whites
Let alone Asians, but so what!?!
You may object, and resist
Even call it “racist” to say,
But it’s a fact of Nature.
Being less intellectually refined
Is a good thing though
Because it makes one better
At communicating
The simple bottom-line truths.
Truth, after all, isn’t about intellectual acuity,
It’s about what simply is,
And that’s something everyone can appreciate
Because it’s the truth.
(3/16/26)
Time has stop.
The waves lap at the feet of us.
The water is red,
Some black as us skin.
In front of us… is kin,
Or we thought was.
Their skin is white,
Like angel,
One that don’t reach you with hands,
But whip to skin.
While some decide to stand beside us,
We not accept them.
Not because they bad,
Because others were.
They think we dumb,
They do not know we
Outside of Hell.
And while it hail at sea
We sing our song.
“Jua ni mpangilio katika nchi za Magharibi;
Malaika wakinitazama, Bwana wangu.
Lala mtoto wangu, pumzika;
Malaika wakinitazama.”
They hit,
Yell,
Saying down.
We not dog.
We brother,
All blood red.
So we scream the song,
Loud for all,
Until the day we free.
Time has begun.
It’s 2025,
Where even clouds have eyes.
We’re shot down
By our fellow brethren.
We put down those blacker than us,
Mock those lighter.
We’ve conformed to the white man’s religion,
And see them as idols.
Our song is gone,
Our soul faded.
We are not all bad,
But we’ve become jaded.
Men,
I think I'm color blind
The way I see, no color on the skin
Is white lucid?
Or is it black being hazy
Ain't no love for White
Neither loyalty for Black
Don't just be preaching Black Lives Matter
How about if we all matter
Speak against discrimination
Men, speak against segregation
It's all against the laws of God
Remember, we all created
In the image and likeness of God
I bet, therefore, you and I should hold hands
Our conscience is rational
That means our thoughts need to be radical
For whether we work for good or evil
We'll all be judged on the same scale
And it's either the promised Heaven
Or the bottomless Hell
Surviving Pawn
Humanity has just a handful of races
Real, quantifiable genetic differences
Based on evolutionary adaptation.
The rest of us are just a mix.
Not long ago you got bonus points
For “passing as white”
And now the bonus points come
With being identified as a minority.
The ultimate way to classify us all
Would be through genetics.
So instead of a self identified
Or externally observable grouping
We’d get a number of percentage
Which would go into our digital ID.
This would be most accurate
But also most absurd.
The alternative would be
To finally get beyond race
And simply call us, each,
A human.
(10/25/25)
He crossed the seas with dreams in his hands
a boy from home trying to understand
how to grow, how to belong,
how to be right when everything feels wrong.
On the streets of Germany he welcomed every stare
Every words whispered is a scare
"Schau dir den ‚Neger‘ an,
wie arm und wild er sein kann."
In classrooms, he knew his stuff
books, lessons and long nights of tough.
But sometimes, all they saw was skin
and never paused to look within.
Still, Osman kept his eyes on the goal
not just the surface but for his soul.
Because he knows knowledge isn’t black or white
it’s what frees one in the darkest night.
Now he speaks not just for him
but for all the racial fights within
for those who held their heads up high
even when the world passed them by.
God laughs when fools behave like racists
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
And receive preferential treatment under the basis
That the lighter complexion is superior and better.
God created one race. The same blood flows like a river
In all God’s children veins. This blood is red, not amber
God laughs when a few are obviously chosen
All persecuted individuals are His children
The lighter shade is neither superior nor better.
Fools love to divide, to disunite in order to conquer
God laughs when extremists comport themselves like fools
God does not like when his children are treated like tools
All persecuted individuals are His children
God laughs when a few are deliberately chosen.
Copyright © May 2025 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Racial tension and Floyd
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that made a man whose lowly job was to oil the engine feel racially superior; this was daft as the oiler had more in common with black people than he realized as we both suffered from segregation by those who wore suits working in an office
In America, with her many racial problems, we tended to side with the oppressed black people we had not noticed politics had entered into the fray; let to a man called Floyd, was killed by a cop who had trained for riot control in Israel Floyd, an addict, was not a person to look up to
Over across the lane, grazing under the sun.
Take a look around you, see what nature has done.
Cows of every color, of every size and hue.
They all live together, just as cows always do.
Each pays no attention, to the color of skin.
They only care about, how the cow acts within.
A cow that is as brown, as the dirt where they tread.
Can give birth to a calf, that is white, black or red.
That calf is protected, by each one in the herd.
To care about color, to them would be absurd.
The racial question
There is a black female politician
says Portugal is not black enough her liking
I find this preposterous.
The Portuguese who settled in Africa to make
their wealth mixed freely with the local black
population, as a result, blackness seeped in
and blended with Muslim blood.
Algarve was once a Muslim province
to the extent, the Iberians have a laid back
attitude to time.
The female politician may get her to wish fulfilled
with a shrinking white population
and black people from former colonies arriving
I think the day will come in the near future
the Africanization of Portugal.
The points I heard them marshal
Made them Plainly Partial
And The Decidedly Racial …
Quarters intended ‘Residential’
Treated like Files Confidential;
The structures for The Influential,
Mode of rent non-sequential …
Lessors’ hearts Loveless Chambers,
Their fiery eyes Indignant Embers,
The Disfavored taking for Tennis Balls,
Their lips for undisguised name calls …
Not unlike The Spatial
To breed The Racial or Partial
To The Abyss sending The Spirit Social.
child of tender years but her colour, black
thus held guilty
of a crime
minor
theft
truth
was veiled
by cold hearts
plague of our times
so off to the child remand home she goes
06-February-2021
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No discrimination, no greed, no war!
In unity and peace, let us stand tall,
Nations, come together, heal the scar,
With love and compassion, we'll break the fall.
Scars of the past, not for vengeance to cling,
But as precious lessons, let's hold them tight,
War, a resolve that wrath will bring,
Evil's deceit, war's traitorous might.
Hitler hiding, like a rat in the bunker,
Japan overwhelmed, her wings torn asunder,
Mussolini spared not, this ruthless encounter,
In the face of war, all countries must ponder.
My dearest friends and family, I stand before you with a heavy heart
I saw an ad on face book, not worth the powder to blow it apart
I was shocked and disturbed at what I saw before my eyes
I was hoping it was just more fake news and not another racial divide
This ad that I saw was for a special kind of app
It was showing you where to shop, it was for supporting businesses that were only black
Maybe I’m crazy and maybe I’m wrong
this to me seems so racist and just doesn’t belong
This is just modern segregation can we really be this dumb?
Let’s open our eyes and notice how far we have actually come.
What comes next in 2020, is it fairy dust and pixies
or are we stuck in a time loop and headed straight back to the sixties?
I want you to really think about this next line, it concerns every one of us
where do you want to actually sit, in the front or in the back of this bus?
No matter how you coat it with sugar, it’s still segregation
Why can’t we treat each other as equals and live as one across every nation?
Freeze! Freeze! Cops here, put your hands in the air!
Get on your knees! Put your hands behind your head!
We had a report of a crime and came and found you here.
You’re under arrest; if you move; we will shoot you dead.
Officer, what is the charge for which I am under arrest?
Was I identified as the suspect in your alleged report?
I’m on my knees; hands behind my head; I will not protest.
Why an intruder and a criminal, did the caller purport?
I am an employee and the owner of this business officer.
It is my legal right and prerogative to be situated here.
How can you infringe on my rights; but, take benefits I offer?
You disrespect my liberty and dignity the anthem holds dear;
You profiled, labelled, tried and convicted; without knowing me;
I am guilty, until my innocence is proven to be wholly true.
In a country whose constitution don’t benefit me, who’s free;
Then what relevance is the ‘virtue of the flag,’ if not ‘equal value’.
End
By: Dion Penville
Colour Schemers
Arab Traders excavated
Europe laid the foundation
The New World framed it perfectly
The rest of the races roofed it
This …
Inordinate economic concupiscence
Shadowy sham, animated by a violent passion
An extraordinary alteration
So…
Nature convulses
Human dignity reduced to
Colour: Black, white, brown, yellow
But …
The scale corrects itself
The clock resets
The scheme falls apart
Because …
There is only one humanity
It’s you.
It’s me.
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