THE SOCIAL INTROSPECT

By divine orchestration; the Super-being placed their feet upon the Soils of the Negroid Savannah The land of the Rising Sun Black tough skin perfectly made to confront the harsh sunbeam Some brown, some deep; Shinning by the slightest soft cleansing and tendering Later this community of men encountered a group with the white skin By virtue of fate; a lot of things changed Black men became caged; Not only physically but mentally The craving for a mirror and a couple of jeans; Made men lose the sense of their originality To be modern; they say be white, to be the best; be light Perception told and bought without confirmation Without balancing on the mat for a second thought Without consideration that we had a place we were coming from We the children of valour, of the land of the rising sun For the cooked and garnished Europeanism Our folks embark upon the journey across the Mediterranean Sea A deadly voyage; the journey to see lands of

It came as sudden as lightning, The Quietus of her wellspring.   Friends and acquaintances kept their promises spayed. Leaving her alone to contend with life. Now homeless and unchaperoned, She's left to wander through the denseness of life. The coolness of the night which brings rest to tired souls, Only reminds her of her defenselessness. And the crow of the cock which heralds the ingress of a new dawn, Instils fear in her heart For she knows not what the day holds. No matter how she tries to make ends meet, They keep getting shorter. She grubs for a life of her own, The more she pushes, the more life pushes back. Nowhere else to turn She is on an island of hopelessness Surrounded by a sea of struggle. Not willing to remain on the island, She gets into her little boat; her dream. As she stirs on with her little paddle; her hope. These words keep her afloat : That behind every thick cloud, there is always a silver linen and Beauty is yet ahe