‘Tis a colour perhaps forlorn
Yet in a league of its own
Said to be the mourner’s choice
Hence does it partner the bride?
Not a shade used on walls
But as an accent it stands tall
Defines form and adds depth
Black is black, without regret
Designed to disguise but not ignore
Black has cut the curves for evermore
For Page 3 swears by the LBD
Black it is and forever will be
Nature too has its own rules
Two birds, the crow and the cuckoo
One builds a nest by night and day
The other in it her eggs does lay
Yet the crow is a symbol of the deceased
While the cuckoo hums a tune to please
Two sides of the same dark coin
What you choose, you it defines
‘Coz what appears might not always be
Colours bring life, black makes you see
That no matter how far you wander
All merges into the deep yonder
So take a dare and embrace the dark
History promises to make a mark
Generations of who were persecuted and shunned
Today have elected a First Black Citizen.
Yet in a league of its own
Said to be the mourner’s choice
Hence does it partner the bride?
Not a shade used on walls
But as an accent it stands tall
Defines form and adds depth
Black is black, without regret
Designed to disguise but not ignore
Black has cut the curves for evermore
For Page 3 swears by the LBD
Black it is and forever will be
Nature too has its own rules
Two birds, the crow and the cuckoo
One builds a nest by night and day
The other in it her eggs does lay
Yet the crow is a symbol of the deceased
While the cuckoo hums a tune to please
Two sides of the same dark coin
What you choose, you it defines
‘Coz what appears might not always be
Colours bring life, black makes you see
That no matter how far you wander
All merges into the deep yonder
So take a dare and embrace the dark
History promises to make a mark
Generations of who were persecuted and shunned
Today have elected a First Black Citizen.
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