Cypress Poem by Gerald Obinna

Our doom began being black
same as the devil we deserve hell
our pride now a prejudice
life birthmark has been our bane
lets be purge from this curse.

We are close to the light we lack
with eyes at variance to the sky
visage as that of villainous night
we are termed stratum of nature's beast
so to a cypress stake we must be burn

My master white lord!
do crude flow in our vessel?
Is our entrails allergic to food?
Why do i have same shape as you?
Breed with you and bring fruit?
How are we not then equal?
Why must you act as our epitome?

Fie! Why are u silent mr god?
You concord? Is that what you say. No way!
Those are your epithet on paper
but your action diverge
claiming equity but not equality
An inhumane order you have introduce
killed our kind not by mutilation but concussion
we can be you but you can't be us
reverse our climate and see who lives
we can play the card perfectly
but you order the play.
There comes our doom