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For millions of ghettos
Maimed mulattos
And chained helots
Came he like a soothing zephyr
As a balm of Gilead

For the Apartheid breeds
And for those green eyed
Who call him parvenu with hatred
He is a whirlwind
An ominous portent

Watchout those shaking billboards
“No entry for dogs and blacks”
Falling one after another with dread
Rising up are new hoardings
Flaunting new hopes and confidence

Usherd in a man in Black and White
Promising colorful days in prospect
For one and all with equal respect
Obama is his name
Reform is his aim

poem by Sathya Narayana
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Apartheid

once upon a time
there was a bad time
for the people of africa
as there was apartheid
they were treated very badly
as they were inferior to the whites
they were treated as slaves
they were not given money
not even a single penny
not even some food!
but after some years
they felt pity, and had tears!
they realised their mistake
And banned apartheid
from that moment onwards
there was no more apartheid
for the people of africa
and had equal human rights!

Key Word: -
Apartheid- the policy of treating blacks as inferior to the whites in africa (olden days)

poem by sai Susritha
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Balm In Gilead

Traditional
There is a balm in gilead
To make the wounded whole
There is a balm in gilead
To heal the sin-sick soul
Repeat previous
If you can pray like peter
If you can preach like paul
Go home and tell your loved ones
He died to save us all
Repeat song

song performed by by Nina Simone
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I am a man of black and white

I am a man of black and white,
my name is written on the gates of the sky.
i am a man of black and white
my origin is united, yet two apart.

I speak the language of the whites,
but lost in the language of the blacks.
i am a man of black and white,
my resemblance is same with the blacks.

I am a man of black and white,
i was brought up in the land of the whites.
i am a man of black and white,
my home is in the south-east, in the abode of my black dad.

I am a man of black and white,
i love the aspirations of life.
i am a man of black and white,
although two apart, we are united as one.

poem by Randy Micheal
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I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa

I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
the home of the slaves
and the land of no freedom

I'm gonna take the south out of South Africa
where George Wallace stood
on the University steps
and said no blacks
no blacks shall enter here
except over my dead
and crippled body

I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
where separate but equal means
that blacks lived in the homelands
and not in their homes

I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
where Jim Crow laws
have tried to change their colors
but it's still the same old shackles
call Apartheid

I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
where young people are detained
...without trials
...without lawyers
...without rights
but never
... without hope

I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa

poem by Oscar Mireles
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Black Eyed Boy

No I dont lack ambition
Cant you see what I hate
That its you who is sicking
Locked behind iron gates
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
You call me superstitious
Tie me up with your deceit
I could never be malicious
Though I seem so bittersweet
You should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and
Time
Yeh, you should know
Youre falling into fiction
I can tell
Youre on some foolish mission
Youre black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time
Black eyed soul
You should know
That theres nowhere else to go
My black eyed boy
You will find
Your own space and time

song performed by by Texas
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Black Eyed Boy

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Black or White - Political Correctness

Black, black is beautiful
All colours are meaningful
But Obama is not black, he is mixed race
Think about it; absorb this at your own pace

I'm weighing the two
Like I always do
In all fairness, in this world of madness
This is what I call 'Political Correctness'

Obama is not black but mixed race
Take a look at the color of his face
He is light skinned, not even dark
But they chose to call him black

I'm weighing the two
Like I always do
With a white mother and a father that is black
The ignorant masses prefer to refer to you as black!

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Primer For Blacks

Blackness
is a title,
is a preoccupation,
is a commitment Blacks
are to comprehend—
and in which you are
to perceive your Glory.

The conscious shout
of all that is white is
“It’s Great to be white.”
The conscious shout
of the slack in Black is
'It's Great to be white.'
Thus all that is white
has white strength and yours.

The word Black
has geographic power,
pulls everybody in:
Blacks here—
Blacks there—
Blacks wherever they may be.
And remember, you Blacks, what they told you—
remember your Education:
“one Drop—one Drop
maketh a brand new Black.”
Oh mighty Drop.
______And because they have given us kindly
so many more of our people

Blackness
stretches over the land.
Blackness—
the Black of it,
the rust-red of it,
the milk and cream of it,
the tan and yellow-tan of it,
the deep-brown middle-brown high-brown of it,
the “olive” and ochre of it—
Blackness
marches on.

The huge, the pungent object of our prime out-ride
is to Comprehend,
to salute and to Love the fact that we are Black,
which is our “ultimate Reality,”
which is the lone ground
from which our meaningful metamorphosis,
from which our prosperous staccato,
group or individual, can rise.

Self-shriveled Blacks.
Begin with gaunt and marvelous concession:
YOU are our costume and our fundamental bone.

All of you—
you COLORED ones,
you NEGRO ones,
those of you who proudly cry
“I’m half INDian”—
those of you who proudly screech
“I’VE got the blood of George WASHington in MY veins”
ALL of you—
you proper Blacks,
you half-Blacks,
you wish-I-weren’t Blacks,
Niggeroes and Niggerenes.

You.

poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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Black and White (Stream XV)

I have black thoughts,
It is a black day,
A day when the black dog
Coal black, hovers at my shoulder.
I shoulder the burden.
Deep in the black hole.
Black as a black hearted night.
Negative.
Stark.
Black and white.
I do not call my good days white days.
Why?
Or have white thoughts
On a white day,
When the white dog
Pure white sits upon my shoulder.
Which is unburdened.
Out of the pit,
Luxuriating in the bright white light;
White as the purest snow.
Positive.
For we live in a too white world
Maybe we should have grey days,
And light days.
Why should Black be negative and White poitive?

For me then, today is a grey day.
Maybe tomorrow will be a light day.

poem by Paul Brookes
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Call It What You Will

You can call it anything you want
But a rose is a rose and a thorn is a thorn
Tell me white is black and black is white
You can say anything but that dont make it right
You can tell me that the world is flat
If I didnt know any better, I might go for that
And the sky is falling on my head
I believe the sky is falling on my head
Ive been such a fool
Dont you agree?
I let you call all my shots for me
Dont you know how it feels
When youve got high ideals?
Call it what you will - dont call it love
Call it what you will - dont call it love
Call it what you will - dont call it love
Call it what you will - dont call it love, not in front of me
I think Im old enough
I can handle myself when the going gets tough
You dont have to hide it anymore
Why bother sparing me now when you didnt before?
You can save that line for someone else
Thats your own can of beans and I swear I wont tell
Now is the sky is falling on my head
I believe the sky is falling on my head
Ive been such a fool
But dont cry for me
You are the one who needs sympathy
Tell me how many times
Can you play the same line?
Now the sky is falling on your head
Look out baby, now the sky is falling on your head
Yes the sky is falling on your head
I believe the sky is falling on your head
Youve been such a fool
Now cant you see?
You lost your best opportunity
You passed up a prize
For some pie in the sky

song performed by by Utopia
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Barack Obama

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change, you must the world;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
But do you have the gold?

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
People need more jobs;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
You must stop their sobs.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Wars are just futile;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Let peace remain awhile.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Prices must be cut;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
None can live in hut.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Energy is prime;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Work in any clime.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pollution must stop;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Make a friendlier cop.

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Should the unborn die?
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Live, they shouldn’t but why?

Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Change is what you need;
Barack Obama, Barack Obama,
Pluck away the weed!

poem by John Celes
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The real winners

the real triumph
this election race
is the black and white proof
that america has gone beyond
colours and the sexes when
it comes to flaunting its democratic streaks
the winners; barack obama and hiliary clinton
and the united states of america

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Understanding

Why do we fight both black and white
'Cause we don't understand
If you give-you get-but if you want respect
Then please understand
Hatred begins and no one wins
Tell me who pays the price
From our generation to the next
Have respect for human life
A man kills another man for things he doens't understand
How can someone take a another life
If people just don't give a damn
Can't respect a man for what he is a man
Then the world will destruct from racial strife
I do believe in self-and self-respect is where it starts
You have to love yourself before you love me
And if love must play a part-then it has to come from the heart
In order for the pain of hate to cease
We got-we got-we got to stop hatred
Hatred is something perpetrated by lies
We got-we got-we got to have justice
The system plays god by who lives or dies
We got-we got- we got to have equality
Do not judge a man by the color of his skin
We need-we need- we need understanding
To make this world a better place to live in

song performed by by 24-7 Spyz
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Black-eyed

I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Bordeline and skitzo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss
I was never loyal
Except to my own pleasure zone
Im forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home
I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Bordeline by polar
Forever biting your nuts
I was never grateful
Thats why I spent my days alone
Im forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home
Broken home
Black-eyed, black-eyed
Black-eyed, black-eyed
Black-eyed, black-eyed
Black-eyed, black-eyed
I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Bordeline and skitzo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss
I was never loyal
Except to my own pleasure zone
Im forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home
Broken home
Black-eyed, black-eyed
Black-eyed, black-eyed
Black-eyed, black-eyed
Black-eyed, black-eyed
Broken home
Black-eyed
Broken home
Black-eyed
Broken home
Black-eyed
Broken home
Black-eyed

song performed by by Placebo
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O those colorful old days - Original by Rabindranath Tagore

Those days have left my gold cage
O those colorful old days
They have untied knots of
Pain and joy in so many ways
O those colorful old days!

They will learn the craft of
Writing songs from my soul –
It was their intention
I know it was their goal!
Without saying a word at this stage
They all have flown away in their ways!
O those colorful old days!

I dream, they are roaming
Around my broken cage
For someone of those days
For someone I can guess.
O those colorful old days!

Is this pain for nothing!
Are they birds of shadow?
Haven’t they flapped their wings?
I have heard sound, I know!
Without saying a word at this stage
They all have flown away in their ways!
O those colorful old days!

poem by Asif Andalib
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Be the master of emotion.

Comforts breed irresistance.
Kindness breeds cowardice.
Hatred breeds blindness.
Ignorance breeds innocence.
Treat them as your servants.
10.05.2001, Pmdui

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Obama

This is for Barack Obama we don’t have to deal with bush any longer.

Obama has spread change to America and now it is the worlds time.

Obama worked for his president seat. Dispite the death threats and racism.

Lets hope we wont have to deal with racism any longer under obama it is not white power or black power it is shared power.

Let god watch over and protect the first black president now I can say I am apart of the hip hop generation.

poem by Ian Singer
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Black-eyed Susan

Black-eyed susan
You make us nervous
Because were very aware that you do not care
Oh, black-eyed susan
What dont you believe in ?
No is always easier than yes
Whoo !
Black-eyed susan
You must insist :
You are a born-again atheist, oh
Oh, heavy-rings on
Bitten fingers
Black-eyed susan sometimes
Shakes to break
So, watch it
Oh ...
Black-eyed susan
Rest and do nothing
cause its the only thing that you do quite well
Aah ...
Black-eyed susan
Rest and do nothing
cause its the only thing that you do quite well
Aah ...
Black-eyed susan
Rest and do nothing
cause its the only thing that you do quite well
Aah ...
Black-eyed susan
Please remember
We were the first
We were the first
Oh ...

song performed by by Morrissey
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Trixie

Dogs have a sense beyond our ken -
At least my little Trixie had:
Tail-wagging when I laughed, and when
I sighed, eyes luminously sad.
And if I planned to go away,
She'd know, oh, days and days before:
Aye, dogs I think are sometimes fey,
They seem to sense our fate in store.

Now take the case of old Tome Low;
With flowers each week he'd call on me.
Dear Trixie used to love him so,
With joyous jump upon his knee.
Yet when he wandered in one day,
Her hair grew sudden stark with dread;
She growled, she howled, she ran away . . .
Well, ten hours later Tom was dead.

Aye, dogs hear sounds we cannot hear,
And dogs see sights we cannot see;
And that is why I took the fear
That one day she would glare at me
As if a Shape cowered on my bead,
And with each hair on end she'd creep
Beneath the couch and whine with dread . . .
And so I've had her put to sleep.

Now Trixie's gone, the only one
Who loved me in my lonely life,
And here I wait, my race nigh run,
My ill too grievous for the knife.
My hand of ice she'll never lick,
My heedless mask she'll never see:
No heartbreak - just a needle prick. . . .
Oh, Doctor, do the same for me!

poem by Robert William Service
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Love and hatred

The mother disciplines her kid,
Who is my grandson, so dear.
Love for him breeds hatred for her.
That hatred breeds more love for him.
29.04.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Apartheid

Balm In Gilead

I am a man of black and white

I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa

Black Eyed Boy

Black Eyed Boy

Black or White - Political Correctness

Primer For Blacks

Black and White (Stream XV)

Call It What You Will

Barack Obama

The real winners

Understanding

Black-eyed

O those colorful old days - Original by Rabindranath Tagore

Be the master of emotion.

Obama

Black-eyed Susan

Trixie

Love and hatred

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