Black Love Ii - Poem by Anele Komana
My perception resides next to the hearts of men living in pain.
Women still moan their children who died in vain.
For many years I watched my own people trapped in the cage.
Falling in the hands of the enemy like my tears falling in the page.
Even though they told us the war was over.
Yet we facing this world like soldiers.
Drifting in the vortex of times when souls were torn apart.
Yet you still find love in a black men’s heart.
A moment of silence for those lost in the struggle.
They paved us a way to perceive in this concrete jungle.
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