The bitter pile- poem

THE BITTER PILE
You call us "shitholes",we scatter like a crowd of frightened sheep.
You spit words of impunity on our forefathers who fought their heart outs to put us on our current pedestal.
You are nation wreckers who loot the economies of our "impoverished countries".
"Shithole"countries have nothing to offer,yet you plunder our minerals like booties from war.
We are blacks but we have a conscience,we are NEGROS but our minds are as white as snow.
God in his infinite wisdom created all men equal,why create disparity amongst men?
One day I want to be the archer behind the arrow,piercing through the hearts of many that we are not SAVAGES at all.