Brown-Skinned Man

Brown-skinned, beautiful brown-skinned man
Soft, smooth skin and strong dentures that can chew up bones to the marrow. 
Head strong, accommodating a sharp brain that invents and adapts with time
Hands well built like the ancient castles, the Great Zimbabwe 
The blood in his veins carries life, hard work, fruitfulness and plenty of goodness
His body withstands any weather, come rain or storm

But alas, his skin is not so beautiful,
For it turns him into a human target for savages' ferocious and relentless attacks
What good are his dentures when they are sprawled all over the place in pools of blood, 
Blood that carried so much promise but now means little as it seeps into the ground
That strong head? Broken. Brain scattered all over the place and I wish I meant that metaphorically
What good are his hands when they're tied up behind his back
Or his body when he's restrained and pounced upon like vultures picking out a carcass. 
His body can withstand the weather, but not the lashings of a neighbour turned villain
Where is my superman, children cry,
My superman has fallen, lying in a pool of his own blood while the villain licks his machete like the demented, cold-hearted murderer he is

Do you not realise that by persecuting your neighbour, you're handicapping yourself?
Do you not know that you are punching your own body, cutting your nose to spite your face?
Don't you hear the cries of my beautiful brown skinned man when you carry on burning him alive, because I certainly do, from thousands of miles away
And my tears could flow into a river if they found a way
Like parts of a tree, we need each other,
Love is the trunk and we are the branches, without love, we dry out and die. "One love, one heart - let's get together and feel alright".