The motherland fought and purged-
But finally merged-
Across an axiom of segregation,
To a present of sophistication,
...
Look at the stars,
Cause I'm lookin too,
Me and you raising bars,
Bars only rose by a few,
...
Your smile expounded perfection.
Eyes plashy, depicting a human of alluring
variation.
Eyebrows yet brasque, blended,
...
Our Corners are corroded by chaos heavily
Empathy exists no longer, I'm clouded by perplexity.
Balaclavas beguiling beyond freedom,
Darkness of night perpetuates our kingdom.
...
I am just a poet trying to make my way up in this poetry faculity if I may say.So posting them here is a way of trying to give the world a piece of what I have been cooking ever since I started.)
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The motherland fought and purged-
But finally merged-
Across an axiom of segregation,
To a present of sophistication,
A present filled with integration,
In spite, racism is an entity,
Of true colour calamity,
It is a historic war of doom,
Fought from the morning brume,
A rout that leaves the world in a gloom.
Today is filled with colour rift,
A door that inhibits a youthful dream,
And with it-
Black becomes a victim,
And severence dances to the rythm,
The rythm of racism.
Colour of skin is a trim of hate,
That makes a paradox of fate-
As passive wars come in a spate.
A war which blacks have lost,
As whites went for a checkmate.
It is a defier of human kind,
A perpetrator of a young black mind.
The world claims to love,
But jealousy is written in the skies above,
And Hidden in the wings of a dove.