To The White God

I rage like a wild man in my thoughts
And question God’s goodness
For how can He bless a nation
That offers His colored children less

My brothers cook crack on silver spoons
They smoke weed outside of churches
All for the relief of being made in His image
Something whites treat as worthless

Yes, I am the Hughes of this age
The Claude McKay of today
And I am here to cast the White God out
So that the Black One can stay