A cry of Black Man

Sakwa Franc

A heart is pricked with arrows of bitterness

Today seems no better than yesterday

A wound in my heart is a breaking news

My voice lies dead in a ballot box

I no longer cry tears but blood

 

By the roadside she cried and wept

Her strength was sapped and drained by hunger

Birth pains developed, sharp pricking sensation cut her

A cry of new born was heard, a cry of Black Man

I saw her eyes turn red her body became cold

 

If I were to smile, tears would betray me

No medication, no towels, no food, no water...

A new creature didn't survive, it cashed in its chips

Gunshots were heard, bullets became breakfast

Vultures gathered, carrions become their feast

 

Like floods, life carried us in refugee camps

Strange disease sprung up, a cry of Black Man was heard

Newspapers were written, writers were employed

People died like flies, human heart became calloused

It began with a vote, all hopes were shattered

 

A cry of a black man ,is a cry of change

To set the mind free from cages of war

A light is shining on a black land, if only people can see

Space stations on a black land , can become a breaking news

It begins with a positive mind, yes it can be done.

  • Author: Francis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2022 08:42
  • Comment from author about the poem: All is possible, changes can be achieved... Black land (Africa) can realize her potential .
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard
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  • Bella Shepard

    The picture speaks so powerfully, as does your words. The tear trickling down his face, trickles from my heart as I read. We say that no one should suffer as you do, and yet we do nothing? Where is the ballot box that allows us a vote to save our humanity, our souls? An extraordinary piece of work, and rightly so. A fav for the courage and hope of a positive mind that you give.

    • Sakwa Franc

      Thanks fellow poet ... Thanks for your time ... Thanks for your comment... God bless you more abudantly



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