Racism By: David O. AKANO

First of all it's a happy New Year. Sure the atmosphere has been sparkling and we all have been enjoying.

But let's take a few minutes off the merriment to think about others, let's talk about the people who live their lives in fear, people who only live for today and not tomorrow, not because they don't want to, but because they don't have the chance to. Let's talk about the children that are brought up with hate and the pictures of the cruel part of life.

These are the blacks in some of the countries around the world.

I ask myself, "does colour sticks?" If no, why do blacks live their lives hoping for survival and not have what it takes to survive. Why do we still have to check the mirror and confirm the colour of our skin before deciding to go for interviews?

What is the future saying to the young stars born with too much of hatred and violence? Is it a crime to be black?

Sure, Black is beautiful. But it's beauty circulate among other blacks, when you are out of the circle, you have no class. A crazy snitch with a cheese burger and fries but pumpkin and pork for dinner. Do we still have to live like we lived?

Tension battles with the blood running through their veins; who knows what tomorrow holds?

It's time we rose against racism more than ever before. It's time we called ourselves to order and with a single voice free the ones that live their lives in bondage, those living with chains of racism around their wrist and they dare not voice out for they've got to save their own neck.

THE KING'S CORNER©King Justice

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