Listen Mortal,
Blacks
Are not the abased cackle
Of your erased yesterday
Check the diaries of your fathers
They are the genesis
Of your soaring present
With whom civilization now tangos
You may see them
As jibed jugulars
Embedded in deceptive mambas
You may even deride them
Like walking fossils
Created to serve as Jackals
Lo! Despite your demeanor
They would still raise
Their arc shoulders
In triumphant grandeur
For soon, your mentality, parochial
Would be sledged
By Karma’s vindictive mallet
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