Darker
Love ,play simple life
Arogance in the air so wild
Sisters and brothers sold away so far
To lands never seen black berrys so ripe
Taken away to be slaves
Abused till freedom comes
Murdered in the streets till people march
Though death seems not to fault
Coming from metallic tools meant to stay in a vault
And from man meant to protect and serve
Justice they deserve.
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
My community
Our world