Our skin color has always been our crime
A perfect evidence to prove
We are guilty of all charges .
Looked down on, as a race
To be trampled upon
Like another specie of advance apes.
An uncultured soul meant to be
Wiped out of existence by mother nature.
Our skin color has always been the trigger,
Trigger of hate and ruthlessness
An abomination to justice
Machinery used for their vigorous labour
Given a fancy name called slave.
But, we are blacks carved out
Of the beautiful clay of creation
A treat to bring about the greatest revolution
Of the tale of history yet untold
Humans whose successful aura
Brings fear to the heart of other continents.
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