We the black tribe are not sad anymore
Those tears have dried on our cheeks
We wiped the pain stagnated beneath our eyes
And sat to think in the dawn of nights
We the black tribe are not sad anymore
Our stomach turns, pinching of hunger
and craving for foods we ate beside the stench
Our eyes are vicious: but it is only the dawn of a new day
The Black tribe is not sad anymore
Just another bone shivering on cardboards
Open doors at nature's mercy
And begging for dreams before the rise of a new day
We the Black Tribe hang on thin ropes of despair
Broken by our master's sins
Suppressed by betrayal of brothers driving our nation
Our eyes are vicious: but it is only the dawn of a new day!
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A Heart That Ever Cried
PoetryA Heart That Ever Cried knows pain, knows love, knows loss, and knows how to reconcile his emotions. Above all, that heart knows how to inspire through such reality. This is only the beginning of something new and critically informative about the bl...
