Deep from the dark skins of the past
Sprayed are the blood-jets……
That oozing out stories….
Each of sorrows and suppression….
Those scoff and scorn the humanity
Sprouted out of degraded betrayals….
The baffling of whips resonates……..
From the grieved, departed, slaved souls,
The chains of slavery even
Stretched to their graves,
In every moth hill erupted there, fumes
The shame in the sufferings of racism…..
Afraid am I, in this hour too that
Some where the white skin would
Over shine beyond heights,
Beam with gleeful temper
And tarnish some black skins.