The Red, The Gold, The Black, and The Green
The Red, The Gold, The Black, and The Green
By. Jelani
Red, a primary color
My brothers and sisters shed
Back when we weren’t killing each other
Back when we were fighting for our friends and our families
The blood we shed getting kidnapped, raped, and slaughtered by our enemies
Gold, the wealth and the luxury
The Kings, Pharaohs, and queens we once used to be
No Poverty to be found
By far the richest continent in the world as you can see
Black, which resembles me
You hear about us
But not a lot from our history
Green, this is the motherland
Where animals run free
And travel in a band
From the size of a tree to as small as a bean
These are the African colors
The Red, The Gold, The Black, and The Green
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