Black beauty they say,
Endowed with culture and heritage.
With their hairs tufted in different styles,
And adornment as their identity.
Salve trade was their name,
And it would have remained the same,
If not for the amalgamation by lord lugard.
They symbolise green and white
Which means natural wealth and peace .
A country full of Deft sinners,
Finding false and illegal ways of earning money,
Using falsetto won't be a problem in this case, even if they are very homophobic people.
Scorchers they say,
Tilling the ground,
Making heaps and ridges,
Under the scorching sun to get schlock.
Still now
They are still trying to get the pie in the Pythagoras
Who are they? Nigerians.
Tale Of The Black
Akinwande Simisola
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 07/01/2019
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Poem topics: beauty, culture, green, identity, money, peace, people, sun, white, wealth, trade, country, problem, natural, black, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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