Ode to the Dark Rebirth

Blazing brilliance,
The Light side of the dark Sun,
The burnt clay of god was dancing, singing, laughing,
All as they were reborn, as the black angels out sang the platinum saints.
Beauty was civilized,
But beauty was also black.
Music was everywhere,
But Music was also sung by darks
Poetry caused tears to be shed,
But it was white people who cried.
And all throughout the Black Rebirth,
Their spirit was soaring,
Spreading its clipped wings and encompassing all that surrounded it,
Men wept,
Children smiled,
Artists celebrated
And throughout He clapped his hands and cried laughing tears over his abused children, both white and black, as they learned not to coexist, but to love one another as Brothers of the same world.

By:
Alexander Anderson