Black Lives Matter Poem by Sayeed Abubakar

By birth, pitch-black; Besides, poverty
Has hidden his beauty-mine of strength;
He is, as it were, a cool oasis
Grown on the desert of indifference,
Negligence and deprivation.

Perfect bodied, as if a tiger in strength;
Heart contains infinite pure love;
Only black color has segregated him
And has not let him belong to civilization.

Man's eye-ball is black; With that black ball
Seeing the black, Man turns back his face;
What is got with the white mine
Except a moment's pleasure of eyes?

The black are best in intercourse
And best in speed; the black's love
Cools and soothes men's hearts;
Nevertheless, men run after the white
Like a mad losing all senses.