If black life's matter what about white?

 

Sometimes I wonder what we will tell our children when things have turned this sour? Which hope will remain in our hearts to give? Which fire do we breathe into generations unborn? To mold and create a generation of importance. The seed of our loins, the name we left, the perfect reason for our creation. Which legacy have we planned to hand to those who will follow after we are gone?

 We became more bestial than the animals of the wild, who devour each other with no remorse

 A creature without a soul, a man who has no love lost or found for his kind.

Which imprints will your actions leave on earth?

What have we done?

For those who are supposed to protect, now kill, those who are supposed to be protected are killed, our breath is of lies, bitterness, anger, fear, we became more selfish, more immune to each other’s pain, more alien to each other.

We have journeyed away from humanity, into something that lacks a soul.

 Which path did we take? Which story did we write?

Just like a beast with claws of the wild, and sharp pointy canine teeth. we  hunt each other; to kill, a little political difference is all they need to slit each other’s throat, a difference in the colour of skin, they go ravaging themselves, like wild beasts, a father can’t send her daughter to church in peace anymore, she might be raped, and killed.

May our ancestors not be ashamed of what their loins gave birth to, may it be that we learnt from our mistakes and lean on each other more, loving ourselves and throwing away bigotry, racism, unnecessary feud, may the animals whom we profess to be wiser than, not laugh at our chronic stupidity.

How we forget that we are just a journey away to the end, yes, you are just some years away to that end.

 

If we finish killing our kind who will remain?

We have deleted the kind and supple spirit of love for one another, the only insignia we should hold dear to our hearts.

Its time to fall down the walls that divide us and build better bridges.

Its time to correct the mistakes of the past, for the sake of the unborn.

its time to live up to the sacrifices  of the past, and live up to the expectations of our ancestors.

If black life’s matter? What about white?

Who is black, who is white?

Which soul exists in that black/white heart of yours?

Who will pay for all this mistakes that we have made?

                                              say no to racism

                                       i stand against racism

.........................................................kizzantel