Black white.
Were all the same.
Black white.
Just a different name.
No school for us.
No five star meal.
No fame or fortune.
Nothing that's real.
No day off.
It's Christmas time.
We still work.
In desolate mines.
In cold weather.
It doesn't change.
In rain and sleet.
It's still the same.
Were nothing and nobody.
A shame to all the whites.
Worthless and trash.
Fighting for our rights.
Black white.
Were all the same.
Black white.
Just a different name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
only if we could all have that in our heart... this place might be a better one. Becca