Tell my Black People

If my song sounds too good

Check my lyrics and learn

Iam a son of Black soil

I may not have more words like William ' Wordsworth'

But tell my black people it can be done

 

History was birthed on black land

Before its umbilical cord was cut off

It had grown with wings to fly

To all parts of the world it settled

Who doesn't know you my Black People?

 

When men were chosen to build superpowers

Were you not preferred like cedars of Lebanon?

Your strength and vigour is well known

Tell my black people they are here to shine

It's time to educate our own people

 

When your sons and daughters are despised and killed

Because of skin colour and no rights in foreign lands

When you become doormats to get greencards and Visa

When foreign embassies treats you like foul disease

Then tell my black people whether East or West home is still the best

 

I may not have advantage of height like Wadsworth " Longfellow"

But my voice is pure as the driven snow

Changes won't come in words but in deeds

In the mind of great teacher of East Africa

I hear his echo " if real development is to take place , the people have to be involved"...Mwalimu Julius Kambarage Nyerere.