Xenophobic Madness Poem by Adams King

Black men who once sold their skin for gold
Now suffers the pains of discrimination
The sins of the fathers visited the sons
Errors of yesterday became our tears today

From a very popular adage my mother quote
He who uses his clothes to clean the shelves
His visitors will use them to clean the floor

A man who trade and murder his own brother
Will definitely be trusted by no stranger
Charity is said to bee sought in a mans home
Better are foreign lashes than a brother's stroke

I grew up in a land where a neighbour is an enemy
Where the father starve the sons and daughters
Exposing them to the harsh struggle for survival

I was born in a land where everyman is a contender
I was born where we fight for what is ours
In a black man's world no man is a Samaritan
Even in the circles of blood black men create rivalries

I was force to believe there are two gods above
One beautiful and loving for the white men
The other ugly and greedy for the black men

The skin you never cherished as one for kings
You want another man to regard as a better one
Even a wise man who sees himself as a fool
Will be a fool to be called a fool by fools

Blackman, look into the mirror and tell me what you see
A black slave, a poor nation, a dirt to the world
A second class citizen a man cheated by God

See beyond the displays of the mirror
Coin your tittle not by your book cover
See the uniqueness in your black skin
See reasons why you should love yourselves

A man must learn to love himself to be loved
If you do not love yourselves then seek no love
We must learn to there for each another
And end the great madness of xenophobia