Wet white season
Wet blanket is such
Draining Black energy
Giving room makes it fail
Black weakened shoulders
Black blood craving
No more circles to run
What a pity puncture
What a saddening tale.
God brings seasons
Whites claiming they do
What a White fake folklore
What a burden of lie
Whites claiming Blacks lives
Blacks blaming the
Whites
Who fixes Blacks back?
Whites say "we do!"
Who spoils Black's matters?
Blacks utter "they do!"
Whites "such a bunch of lie, you Ungrateful Morons!"
Who modernizes, civilizes for remaking The Blacks?
Whites claiming "we do, and also restore Peace in the pieces of Blacks"
Blacks yield hard harder than any ear can Bear "that's a huge ton of lie that no Ear Can hear
You brought us war to end our pieces but We're still here, some broken, some gone And some still do endeavor when you Maggots thief the pieces of the peace That we had
We farm hard and feed from suffer, but You from the grains
The grains we break our backs to sprout But taken away
Enslaving Black faces now we can't face Our fights
What can a Black chained wrists do to Aid themselves better?"
They only look forward to see tomorrow Whether It's better.
Hungry Black bellies, drying throats, Soaring Feet, ornamented bruising black Backs and necks too are on the line
Mad many whips hitting skins no means To cringe.
Only hope and Black hard work are the Catalysts that cut those restraints
May the Almighty Lord of mercy master Our souls And those catalysts to boost Our lives, farms And cultures as well.
R