Shadow Shall Tell Poem by Mfonobong Ituen

The pieces of peace
The death penalty of right
The colour, the stupor end
Shadow on a mission
Errand from our fellow fateless ones
Gone to beg the Creator for a change of mind?

Check the stranger you have, the stranger being
For he shall shall surly tell to bell
The one you stabbed, strangled and pierced to let loose
Just a right talk, I got bruised
Here, so dark to be compared
Won't you join me soon? Unfair just
A rank for a life gone, there you boast

You made accursed of man's colour
Hypocrite! The dark apparel down knee will go to court as I rest
There you'll see shadow on a wait
To attest of the wrongs, one of being black
Lemme go now, let the shadow be my defender
Tell me? What colour is your shadow?
Least what happened in 1618, THE SOUL'S ERRAND

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