WE ARE NOT BLACK
Our world is cover in darkness
Yet it is broad daylight.
No, it is not that eclipse of the sun
It is the eclipse of our dark mind.
It is the eclipse of our gloomy politics and economy,
The incandescence overshadowed by the bushel of civilised prejudice, complex and greed.
We are not black because our skin is dark,
Someone must have thought us dark and called us black!
God nor Science calls us black
We are black because we were painted black.
We are black because the devil is black.
The mistake we made was to accept the epithet, and admit the connotation.
For God is not white because good is white,
White is superior to black so God has to be white.
White chalk is good on blackboard,
So is charcoal on whiteboard.
But the whiteboard is a product of modern invention
Hence, white is superior to black
Not by precedence but by preference.
he who invented the word, 'black'
did not create the dark world.
It is the myopia of our mind eye.
Adam and Eve enjoyed the bliss of naked ignorance.
The serpent and the fruit cured their innocent blindness
Who says white, pure and black, bad?
The rest is history.
White and black are colours,
Both colours have their use.
White can be bad and black can be good
It is all a matter of the use, colours are innocent.
But mixture of white and black is equal to...?
For if black is bad and if white is good,
If dark is evil and white is godly,
Shall we remove the colour black from among the colours of the world?
SOLACE (HAVEN) IN THE GRAVEYARD
Having wandered about the street,
Having wondered about the ironies of life,
Having been robbed by life…
But after giving the grave a changing tombs-style makeover,
This former construction worker said he feels at home;
'It is dry and it is warm. I have some lamps and my personal possessions.
It isn't a palace but it is more comfortable than the street.'
Mr Stojanovic, who has never had a regular job,
Lost his home in the town after running up debts.
He moved into the grave after dossing down in the streets for months
And now spends his time foraging in the out-of-use cemetery for food.
'Whenever I want to crawl out,
I first check if there's someone around,
Otherwise I could scare a person to death.
People are very kind to me; they sometimes bring me food or clothes.
Sometimes I have to get my food from rubbish bins
But it can be very nutritious. It's amazing what people throw away."
It doesn't frighten me to sleep in a grave.
The dead are dead. I'm more frightened of being hungry.’
Our world is cover in darkness
Yet it is broad daylight.
No, it is not that eclipse of the sun
It is the eclipse of our dark mind.
It is the eclipse of our gloomy politics and economy,
The incandescence overshadowed by the bushel of civilised prejudice, complex and greed.
We are not black because our skin is dark,
Someone must have thought us dark and called us black!
God nor Science calls us black
We are black because we were painted black.
We are black because the devil is black.
The mistake we made was to accept the epithet, and admit the connotation.
For God is not white because good is white,
White is superior to black so God has to be white.
White chalk is good on blackboard,
So is charcoal on whiteboard.
But the whiteboard is a product of modern invention
Hence, white is superior to black
Not by precedence but by preference.
he who invented the word, 'black'
did not create the dark world.
It is the myopia of our mind eye.
Adam and Eve enjoyed the bliss of naked ignorance.
The serpent and the fruit cured their innocent blindness
Who says white, pure and black, bad?
The rest is history.
White and black are colours,
Both colours have their use.
White can be bad and black can be good
It is all a matter of the use, colours are innocent.
But mixture of white and black is equal to...?
For if black is bad and if white is good,
If dark is evil and white is godly,
Shall we remove the colour black from among the colours of the world?
SOLACE (HAVEN) IN THE GRAVEYARD
Having wandered about the street,
Having wondered about the ironies of life,
Having been robbed by life…
But after giving the grave a changing tombs-style makeover,
This former construction worker said he feels at home;
'It is dry and it is warm. I have some lamps and my personal possessions.
It isn't a palace but it is more comfortable than the street.'
Mr Stojanovic, who has never had a regular job,
Lost his home in the town after running up debts.
He moved into the grave after dossing down in the streets for months
And now spends his time foraging in the out-of-use cemetery for food.
'Whenever I want to crawl out,
I first check if there's someone around,
Otherwise I could scare a person to death.
People are very kind to me; they sometimes bring me food or clothes.
Sometimes I have to get my food from rubbish bins
But it can be very nutritious. It's amazing what people throw away."
It doesn't frighten me to sleep in a grave.
The dead are dead. I'm more frightened of being hungry.’
