A Fight For My Black Country.

• Nabeel Ishaq, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2017

Let me tell you a story, There was a fight and glory
There was a sudden attack,So fast we couldn’t even look back
We fought with our fists,And twisted their wrists

But why is our colour the reason of these fights,They treat us like we have no rights
Our children we’re taken from us because of our colour,And we were hit in our face with a muller

They thought of us so wrong,They even don’t know from where we belong
They had no respect,Only torture they would inject

We tried our best not to fight back,They only fought us because we were black
They could have waited a minute or second,We’re not angry men if they reckoned

But luckily now time it’s not the same,maybe they got some shame
Being black is something you can’t disgrace, that's why we own our place
Remember peace is the answer
And always stand for your race or culture.