The colour of what is left

We once had black skin we really cherished,
Our souls were pure.
We once had a culture to guide us through,
needed no cure.
We once had a land worth fighting, and dying.
Blood spilling out.
Every man was a hero to follow.
Men were devout.
We once had a ruler with real meaning,
Strong and direct.
We once had chiefs that represented us,
They’ve lost respect.
The will to live true, and right we have lost.
We started a trip knowing not the cost.

Olaveez