Black Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Black
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And of envy they reeked,
'Boy, you've got it made! '
Their adrenalin peaked
and they called him a Spade.
There was no way to win,
he was coloured by birth,
salty tears washed the grin
of this salt of the earth.
He was gagged and then bound
(there were many, all white) ,
trembling lips kissed the ground
in the heat of the night.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
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4/23/2024 10:29:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Was just on my way to find you, Herbs. A harrowing tale...and, sadly, true-to-life. Gina.