One White Soul Is Equal To A Million Black Souls Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Bigger in, Bigger out,
The life of an African- America native son
In the hands of the white Aristocrats.
The birth of hardship on him by the hungry sun
Has made the sky becomes thirsty for a walk.
Afraid of rubbing a white man but aren't ashamed
To kill his follow black in the same hand as his.


Bewildered at the sight of what life has done,
He stumbled across roses on his return back from
Forty seventh street from the honesty of the honey
cruel fight that broke up the robbery of Blum' store.
Seeking for an empire within the heart of the white
When the sole of the immoral whites despised him.
Like a prodigal sheep he roamed with his gang but
Their eyeballs depict an illusion of a false hope.


Footprint printed in the printing store of hatred;
Hatred that flap in a righteous muse but sin woefully.
In the heart of Richard lies Thomas Bigger but never
Was a native son of America born, but a black child
That savor the tones of the mistaken brave world.
That which lies in the fidgetting skin of Wright is
the mind of Thomas with a moving trains that mandate wills.



Unresolved issues between the blacks and whites in
colour still linger in the unplanned world today.
'One white soul is equal to a million black souls'
They pronounced through mouth without teeth.
Is the blacks black and dark darkness in brain?
Equality and equity is what race and sex should be
Build on regardless of any colour of the skin.



The blacks are not monkeys nor Apes!
Sinking of the old tale into our matured skin is a sin,
Learn to learn the covering of Gus as not weakness
But a methodious ways of learning the weak and trembling part of the claimed commander, Bigger Thomas, blacks in the eyes is not black in the head.
One white is not equal to a million black souls.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016.