Poems ✍️
  23.08.2026
  13

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Black

And of envy they reeked,
'Boy, you've got it made! '
Their adrenalin peaked
and they called him a Spade.
There was no way to win,
he was coloured by birth,
salty tears washed the grin
of this salt of the earth.
He was gagged and then bound
(there were many, all white) ,
trembling lips kissed the ground
in the heat of the night.


  racism injustice prejudice Cruelty

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