September 2019
Days come near when a black man strikes his own
Hate has infested in the black man's home
You hate your skin yet you chant "I am my brother's keeper"
You hate the blood that's in your veins and those that fought and birth you
Look as the supreme in a different skin make mockery of your kind
To what degree do you hate your own keen that you are blind and see him as a foe?
The black women and men have lost so many before us
Yet you throw stones
Now at yourselves?!
Hypocrites of self hate!
Look into each other's eyes and realize you are burdened with the same woes
You share the same pain
The same lineage, the same dream
Why hit another black man if you claim to protect your own?
Now look in the mirror
You curse yourself!
The root is the core of the tree,
I dug deep beneath the root of Africa for reflection of my world (Africa)
I figure, our golden seeds have be misplaced and replaced with hatred
jealousy bloom among brothers
just because of an imaginary border
a concept of our colonial masters
An eye for an eye will only make you blind
The puppet master sips fine wines as he laughs over this war-play
Curse the puppet master, yes him who controls you to shame your kind
Him whose power births hate and hostility
Him who revokes jealousy
Him who covers your eyes to truth
You are gods of this world yet you're lost
But cry not my brother for one day you will find yourself
Like a child who stumbles and falls yet does not give up to walk
I stand with you black man, you will take ownership, your child will be called Supreme
Your offspring will bring back Africa to itself!
By Nthabeleng Abrahams Pheko & Davies Oluwole Ogunyemi
– RedInk ðŸŽ
