Art Stories: Portrait of Imperialism
The sky is quiet the night before a fight. But the sun screams heat the next morning as if to say, “there will be fire and death today”. The very land aches with blood to be spilled.
The sky is quiet the night before a fight. But the sun screams heat the next morning as if to say, “there will be fire and death today”. The very land aches with blood to be spilled.
I have a dream that one day, the effects of imperialism on black people will no longer weigh them down with chains of oppression, but rather, lift them up to the heights of freedom and equality.