League Day 10:OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER vs WAKCHIN NENGAK

LIVE: OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER vs WAKCHIN NENGAK

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THEME: RACISM

WAKCHIN NENGAK

Title: RACISM

They say it died in the nuoghties of this age

away with human rustling 

but ask why they feign white is the colour of God & all things right.

ask you why anything dark is made to seem sinister that they won't crown a black pope 

as if black & all things dark-hued are unclean.

See, not only catholic faith-heads are beige-skinned 

all angles & worthy deeds are painted fair 

we daily see contempt even on soccer pitches - the game we thought will merge us into one

-a timon fan will fling a banana peel at you as if your diet is apish.

Creams are wrapped with beige models & we daily peel our pride in quest of that assumed beauty 

while we complain of colour disdain.

& even we the blacks despise & say

awful things to bluish eyes & still loathe our kind over mere hues

while running a race that raze our conscience.

©Wakchin Nengak

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER

Title: RACISM

I tried to hold this pain inside

but my heart erupted tears.

My eyes betrayed my painful smile

and tears laced my tiny hairs.

The race of black now suffers much

and our pride reduced to dust.

We are now seen as criminals

because our skin is black.

They hurled at me soul-breaking words

that knocked me off my feet.

They laughed at me and had me cursed

and called me a misfit.

The tears of black are now of blood

and this just have to stop.

I can’t blame God because I’m black

or because he made them white.

We are so pretty in and out

but their eyes just couldn’t see.

We have gold plated in our hearts

but hatred won’t let them feel.

The hope of blacks have been revived

and the blow we’ve all survived.

We’ve overcome the test of time

and we’ve turn around the tides. 

© iPod

OYEKUNLE IFEOLUWA PETER

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