We were all Jews By Emeka Chiakwelu
The surpassing mind of thought bowering our collective historyThere goes again reminiscing on the yester years of anguishWe did not chose the history of oppression, it landed on our backsBut somehow, someway it became our historyA hell of years to recollect, remember, cogitateSetting aside of blues dropped, situated in winter airDrowned by darkness, fabricated by a treacherous mindWhat a wicked mind? Worse than a wicked mind wangling at nightA humiliation came from a diabolical mind, hatched in a stone bowlWhile they sleep at morning, deadly night of destruction comes Muted breath that hatred…