It was early in the morning at four, When death knocked upon a bedroom door. Who is there? The sleeping one cried. I’m Malkul Maut (Angel Of Death), let me inside. At once, the man began to shiver, As one sweating in deadly fever, He shouted to his sleeping wife, Don’t let him take away […]
A Poem by an African Child When I born, I black. When I grow up, I black. When I go in sun, I black. When I scared, I black. When I sick, I black. And when I die, I still black. And you white people. When you born, you pink. When you grow up, (more…)
You question me why I wear this You ask and wonder why And even if you don’t question The thoughts in your mind fly Is it because she is forced? Is it because she is poor? Oh pity the young woman Wearing this cloth like a fool Well, think as you will But do you […]
