The birth of a nation caused darkness to burn at night with lanterns of hate.
The ropes called us nigger and situated our neck for a new dawn of life.
Your dedication to the annihilation of our culture was captured in your mind of sincerity.
Condemned for being black and beautiful your inferno of night dreams paralyzed our bodies.
With torches and gasoline you hunted our souls with your crowds of peacemakers.
Seeking refuge of the night we race the wind because living was not an option in your eyes.
Trees of nature are calling our name beyond the moonlight of our swift feet.
Satanic voices are heard in the night as the bullets are echoing with each passing moment.
Your traps of steel slowed our progress with each step we took for our freedom.
Your vindication of love erased our meaning of life with your camp fires of brutality.
You camouflage the day with your chains of massacre; our hearts were demoralized with your sympathy.
Trees of nature withheld the oxygen of our life as our bodies danced in the breeze of your walk.
Written by Theodore Mosley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem