The Black Ninja Poem by Junius Barnes

The black ninja, he fights with a presence subclavin vein. He curves his punch into every line. He has a closed- circuit mind but with time.

Black, is the way of his soul, he’s cold and bold. When he see his foes, they say, “ oh no”, it's the black ninja, he comes to take our soul.

The black ninja, he has misanthropes soul. Why is he so cold to the world? No none knows why his soul is black as coal. Maybe cause he has been told lies that unfold his eyes, and that crash his pride.

Black is the color of his eyes, he has seen his tribe strive the struggles of lies. He as cried for the last time. Years as pass since he has seen his mother smile, for her grace still shines on her child.

The black Ninja is what they call him, braver than all of them!