Africans Then… - Poem by Sicelo Sithole
“There is not a single reason to put that frown
It is not your fault that these people are brown”
Said an old priest, with a gown full of blood considered ‘vile’
I am not trying to cook up a racial story, no.
But am only trying to get the message across, and for you the young to know
That, their land was taken, only to be returned later as a graveyard of missiles
With no questions, and with no smiles
They endured to be Africans then, endured for being ‘brown’ people for a while
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