The horses come white and black
The birds are multicoloured.
In my frame, I wear my camouflage.
For adorning black,
I must work to drop
Proving I’m not an ape.
If my land grows great
The twilight shall meet me home
I shall find my leg out of hate
To chorus the laughter at home
At beyond home boundaries
I won’t shed tears of sissies.
When again I’m flashed a racist face
I faith in the magic five fingers do to a face
Inked By: Nseobong Edem
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