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Never forget our History's Reverse of Colors


 

Black, a simple color

a never ending abyss of darkness

a hellish portal of hatred

a sinister control over the weak.

The hands of murderers

the ‘approval’ of GOD,

as these slave owners delighted

themselves with no remorse


 

White, a color of manipulation

a colorful mixture of feelings

its sight is filled with peace

its texture is filled with hope

the hands of the weak

the hands which stretch for him

as these slaves with white souls

pray for the Lord’s intercession.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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