This war, of pigmentation
is one, of tarnation
and that, of superiority
is one of mediocrity and centrality.
They render this race
with contempt, claiming our face
is but simian,
a crime to be a black—a Nigerian.
They make us shed alew,
line us arew,
and offshore we voyage,
caged and enraged.
The naphtha, the gemstones
are all replaced with blaze and decaying bones,
long gone are our artifacts
with many irrecoverable after the fact.
This war is age-old
and to this day we strive without thrive, firm and bold.