Black is the Colour By Morayo Oshodi

Black is the colour
That ushers us into the New Year
Such an air of the earth’s odour
Like inhaling a rotten pear
That bursts open to reveal its colour!

Isn’t it black from its stare?
Fruits no longer fall without a farce
And never again a favour.
We ask ourselves what really is our fear
When people go hungry without food for their neighbour.
We ask ourselves what we care
About the price decrement of our labour.
Salary no longer puts food on the table,
And constant is the tear
Of the ones who walk by day and night with little or nothing to harbour.
One voice says we rather stay aloof of the demur
To better endure the sear.

Black is the colour
No human change to dare
Perhaps with hope of bleaching its colour
May resuscitate such dearth in the sphere
Black I no longer fancy as beauty’s colour
But more of evil, pain and sear
It can only take a Caro pore
To bring us to a dreamy swear.

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