All us
Whiteies
Blackened
By sin
Have lost
Real
Good life
Lost touch
Our brothers
And great sisters
Are same as us
Maybe greater
Yet, we Hater
Are much lesser
Than Creator
Time to now Love
Very true my white brother. Lets stop the slow genocide. One day someone will have to pay to atone.
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I would like to translate this poem
It is sad that there is still such a great divide when it comes to ethnicity, the skin of a man should not be the judge of his character, and yet for many there racism is blind. A stellar work Richard all life is the same under divine origin.