Satan in Africa

When he came, he turned everyone to Black
When he lived, everyone became too black
And when he died, he left us all getting black

He was the riffraff with this:

Black black black sheep
Have you any wool
Yes, sir, yes, sir
Three black wools

The grits of blackmails
The tempestous tussles of black sheep of the family

It was when he came that we became Black
But some turned chocolate



Poetry by Onyeka Nwelue
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Written on 2006-05-24 at 16:47

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Pamela A Lamppa
...within the knowing comes the sweet understanding.

You write of people and their foolish divisions walls.

Your words are refreshing, pure, and beg to be read. Keep them coming. ~Pam
2006-05-28