We Africa's sons
And daughters in the Sun's
We have seen the rays
The beams of the Sun tearing the wears
Of the bushes we ran past
We who have been scorched and pinched by
We who have sweat our lasts mixing dusts
In dirt in our slums filled with broken rafters
Littered grounds. Gutter paths, with black malodorous waters
Balls being black by and the soils minced with our bloods
Our backs have being on the grounds, grinding one another doing fighting playing
We twist twixt tattered cloths, we mix dried grasses with pebbled sands
Our paper kites wet till spoilt, spoilt tires we beat around cleansed
As we fill the mouths of an other mate with so since we fight
Making joyful sounds
Jump, we limp, we thumble jumbled, run bare
For we are youngs, thoughtless hands
Mean as menial as the crow flies a-row
But today as we fly, fighting playing, about
As we roll in our filthiness in joy
As we chase one another about
As we call each other to catch each other for fun
As we get injured, mince our bloods with the sands again
As we fight playing
have our backs on the ground
We see have seen the sky different
The sky's clouds are not Caribbean blue, no
They are not blank, no
They are as tick now as woolly as wools would be
Fused as cumulus could be
Cumulus and cirrus have formed
Darkly whitish form, thus
The heaven is pregnant
Loaded with rain to be born
To pelt
We assemble at our meeting squares to meet
To play on and on
It's African
Whites may not ian
It is what we do it's been a blessing
It is our heritage, our way
Let the rain have its way
As soon as possible it patters
We join hands and ball about scatters
We laugh away our troubles
We forget no food in the night
We forget what our futures might
We sweat we cannot see it
We laugh on and on shivering, we can see it
We even laugh the more that we quiver
We swim in it. And has it departs we groan for it again
Shouting saying singing again and again:
Rain... Rain, Rain...
Jodekss
©2014
