Matthias Pantaleon (24 August,1984 / Oronija Island, Rivers State, Nigeria)

Hatred is a tree
Whose Fruits; segregation and racism
Like canker worm
Has rotten the human society

Being black in some quarters is equated to failure
In America, It’s nigger, boy or John
A Russian calls you ‘Orange and banana peels’!
(Whatever that means)

Italians sees a monkey
When they look at a Blackman
And my mental sky was clouded so early in life
With negativities

At age thirty a Blackman
Is still being an address as ‘boy’!
At school, I was taught to be an inhabitant of the third world
Hence I’m third class on Gods earth

They theme my way of life fetish
When I’m not watchful,
They cart away the mask of my idol;
And stole the gods of my ancestors

I’m being called Barbaric,
But Lord knows
My black mind never
Initiated Slave trade

Beneath the watchful eyes of the sun my sisters were shamed,
What become of my father: Is unknown to mother
Nor could I say of the fate that befalls my brother
His carcass was seen hung on a tree in a forest covered by fog

I was not spared
They stripe me of my goal
Like a candy; chaos and gaol
Were put in-between

And today
They say the black man is always at war
But how; and why?
Are the bugging questions on my lips!

In my heart I’m humane
Than all white clergies
But I’m the one that is being called cannibal
Because am black!