A black boy's reality solewhere

In a world where brothers have fought each other,
Out of fear, pride, and other feelings that cannot be justified,
Where color makes it easier for me to despise my neighbor,
My heart aches.
Torn between choosing to aid or overcoming the pain.
If only we could live in societies where solidarity is key.
Where Blacks are no longer slaves,
Or that cruel memory,
Of the mistreated race whose cry is yet to be heard.
If you listen closely,
Really, really closely,
You’ll hear the earth and its villages calling back their people,
Whose hearts may be slowing down,
Pendulous corpses tied to trees,
Dying in the past.
Yet, to this day,
The tragedy lasts;
Just like the story of the unfortunate boy who took too many shots.
They say he did too many drugs
When he was actually bashed too many times.
He is buried in the ground,
Once more, one more, black body
Gone back to the plough and harvest,
Bearing next spring a new kind of acid seed,
Or is it a strange, rotting fruit?
Some claim that racism is over and discrimination only made against women,
I think otherwise.
I know better than to give up,
As gravelling as it is,
To wish to help save human kind.