How Is The Black Man Poem by Kurt Behle

How is the black man
You used to fight for integrity
Crying day in the night for respect and self being
But now... How is you the black man in men

When they imprisoned your rights
You stood_up brave infront and fight
Your nights were like days, You slept restless
When they kept their hearts peaceless

Where is that peace you fought for in ages
You look at 'sechaba sa rantsho' like an old useless teared pages
Where is that love you cried for in in those times
Now that you hate your own black blood
How is the black man in the skin of pride