Our destinies maybe intertwined,
But our own paths are not aligned,
You are corrupt but am determined,
To find justice for the black-skinned,
Everyday the blacks are threatened,
I won't rest until the law is changed.
They don't treat us like humans,
Considering themselves as veterans,
What they see is a race of morons,
We aren't respected by politicians,
Even after a black led the Americans,
Don't call us black ones, we are Africans.
We must unite and take action,
By fighting for black's recognition,
A new social law is the only option,
For them to stop this discrimination,
I believe it is through communication,
That our grievances will be petitioned.
©Kelmwa
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