Category : Poems

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What's being dark?
What's being white?
What's being yellow?
What's being humane?

What should be done,
When the white bourgeoisie fly high while
Spitting on dark proletariats on field below?
Is the overload not inhuman?

As the sun illuminates the sky,
The white dominates
In making the dark shy
And melting the yeddo slug too.

I see them raise
A large army from beneath the sea
Advanced in technology and a Confucius philosophy.
Too, they care not for the black man.

Pharaoh's sons and daughters-
The ancient Scions of the serene paradise,
Are now ferals of the wild 
Jungle manned by the white.

They scrambled for the black gold
In the name of a white Messiah.
Now the African livelihood is messier
But the black liberator, Marcus  Mosiah
Prophecised,"Look into the East, Aethiopia,
For the coming of a black king!"

The dark are quiet as a night,
Giving subtle rest to a billion stars
Yet scares 'em like the afternoon
Of the Christ's crucification
Or still, a stormy afternoon
With thrilling flashes of light.

I envision the time,
Humanity will be the center of civilization.
Where men will not be classified
As being dark or light
But be like the earth, 
That remains the same,
Whether day or night!

*****The End*""""
Composed by LINFORD AYUB.
Let's end racism asap!!!