Apartheid Written In Blood

Do you know how many countries are

There in the world or how many races

The world is full of million of faces

Built in brick by the blood of millions more

Apartheid the diseases, have we a cure

Or will it spread its message written in blood

Apartheid the concept divides the

World exploitation.

The goal to a racist wealth

A race nation, a civilisation

Torn apart by greed.

This is the message apartheid breeds.

Morality is the standard of society

Reality is the people who live the standards of a Moral society.

Racist minority control the morality

Apartheid the disease have we a cure, or

Will it spread its message written in blood.

Pain is something I have learned to

Overcome hate I now control

Anger is now on leash

Submission a friend no way.

My mind is still not conquered, my body Rests in chains

The pressure in here is too much to bare

In me I live in hope

A glimmer of light, and breath each day.

The immoral minority, for this the Will pay 

Apartheid the disease, have we a cure

Or will it spread its message written in blood.

To loot and rape my skin is immoral

And a world wide sin Bombs and guns are a normal sight

The sound of shooting in this state.

Blood sweat and bone each year.

The people who suffer from apartheid.

For that crime they commit

Not one man will judge for he is not fit

Who said the colour of ones skin becomes a national sin?

If you are black, white, yellow all colours by code

Apartheid the disease, have we a cure

Or will it spread its message written in blood

Of mankind, all races have good

And bad, happy and sad.

No mention in any text of superior And inferior.

Yet one race through greed of nature Treasure’s, place a bondage

Mental chains and physical pain.

People are dying because of

Their colour of their skin

This atrocity is so named APARTHEID

Must surely end 

Apartheid the disease, have we a cure

Or will it spread its message written in blood

The oppressor has drank the blood of A million cries

They rule with bullets and batons With might they do fight

To live in fear,  for their colour is the Grudge they must bare

How can one race be so unkind.

The earth was given free for man to

Come and go Apartheid the disease,  have we a cure

Or will it spread its message written in blood

In life and death, the world will

Move round,   Will the table of the Cruel race  turn and see what

The rest have faced Apartheid the disease, have we a cure

Or will it spread its message written in blood.