the colour of this nation is black
the colour of this nation is black
the colour of this nation is black
do we hear the whisper of our people:
the hungry, starving, bloated bellies
the air that fills our stomach linings
and the pipes that breathe our, or
do we only hear the checklist
and pens that click at the office.
the colour of my nation is black
the colour of my nation is black
the colour of my nation is black
do you listen to the call of the street vendors,
and do you listen to the plight of our people;
the abortion, scourge, miscarriage, ruined things
the hungry and unfunded students,
the riffles and crippled skulls
going from place to place.
the colour of this nation is black
the colour of this nation is black.
the colour of this nation is black!
An author of one collection of poems by local press.