The black world is my lover,

Against all odds she's my cover

Mountains we may climb in line

For our strength to lead and shine

She is my suffering pretty lover

The one born from same mother

I am the black lover as a ladder

You need to move really higher

Walls of our calls stand tall

Guts from our hearts is so raw

Our show is the flow of growth

Altered by the greed of goats

They live so bad like animal

I wonder at such human caliber

I am the African lover

To lift her from the gutter

Man black echoes a song,

For the pretty home we belong

Man black is me and you

Treading under the black boo

I am not for us a president

But I lead for you in my resident

I am not for us a man with guns

Yet I hope for youth not to run

I am not alone for the show

We are many for us to grow

We will take the mantle

It is ours to handle

We will love us for all,

To respond to the call..

I am not for you to shoot

I am not for you to loot

I am the saviour from our root

It is time to change our roof

It is so so bad and old

We need us that are bold

I am in love with Nigeria

To lead the fight in my area

I will bleed to lead indeed

And I know I will win for me

And for the nation of Him

Arise young hearts and minds

To become the sons so kind

Our fight is here

For our hearts to dare..

OGWUCHE A JOSEPH 2020

(My Black Poetry Update)