Black Lives Matter

By birth, pitch-black; Besides, poverty Has hidden his beauty-mine of strength; He is, as it were, a cool oasis Grown on the desert of indifference, Negligence and deprivation. Perfect bodied, as if a tiger in strength; Heart contains infinite pure love; Only black color has segregated him And has not let him belong to civilization. Man's eye-ball is black; With that black ball Seeing the black, Man turns back his face; What is got with the white mine Except a moment's pleasure of eyes? The black are best in intercourse And best in speed; the black's love Cools and soothes men's hearts; Nevertheless, men run after the white Like a mad losing all senses.