saw him come,
in shackles and thorns.
"ha ha ha ha slave,
dig the soil with that blade."
for centuries he toiled,
with the sun hot on his back he boiled.
and at winter,
the cold made him shiver.
"boy...!!!,u'r way too sluggish,
i'll make sure u feed on dogshit!"
and so he was humiliated,
castigated.
over and over,
a thousand years trauma.
all demoralized,
he realized...
"master calls me boy,
i feed on dogshit.
but we both breath,
and like i...he shits!"
then came the resolution,
so strong it took away his desolution.
hence the passion,
more immense than a billion mansion.
for a land away from his...yonder,
and for his people gone asunder.
he struggled yet again,
this time for a purpose...a gain.
constantly tortured,
he nurtured
a dream to rise above all else,
like crystals glistering on the highest shelves.
with his sweat and blood he paid,
for equality already ordained
up in a kingdom,
that far surpasses man's wisdom.
with his bare hands he fought for freedom,
once whipered,
but now a scream triggered,
by man's inhumanity to man.
a million death he died,
in vast fields his bodies laid.
and now,before my very eyes,
he triumphed,
exceled!
like dawn
forever conquering night,he won.
rising proud
like a hundred tides,
he glides.
in awe...
"mr Black,how did a slave
become so brave?"
a bright smile lit up his face...
"the colour of my skin
is my blessing...
God's scheme."
