With, pious lies, perspective dies
Endures yet, myth of, Black Belief
Grander than, Redeemer’s, sacrifice
Is the, figment of, Black Literary Fief!

By present’s tomb, In the, prison of past
They squirm, to leap out, of Black Skins
Whose words, scream out, to a, world aghast
“Listen to our epics of ethnic sins”!

What bellows, bile of, resentment
Beyond, cynical satire, of the world
A Black Mind, spills, only sacrament
Never conviction, was, so absurd!

Self-made martyr, of a, thousand years
Is still, the same, what the, White Man thinks
Whose soul, is a sum, of ethnic fears
Who writes, todays, with yesterdays’ inks
Fanatic faith, in, history’s conjecture
Is The, Problem With, Black Literature!

© 2021 Vikas Chandra