Darker Than Other Nights -(A Poem About The African Child) Poem by Bruce Kadzviti

Darker Than Other Nights -(A Poem About The African Child)



like a door whose hinges grow rusty
from seldom being opened
The room behind grows dusty
Yet it aint that darkened

Like a door that offers insight
Into war, poverty and exploitation
Like a door into a rare plight
That is void of words of explanation

Like a door that stands inviting
To all who dare enter it
They leave neither the same
Nor with a defined name

They come out as man
With scars and pains of a child
If they survive being insane
They tell of stories so wild

Like a door that speaks of violence
Sexual violation and ritual eminence
Glad if you find there a child anymore
A father a mother maybe i think so

Behind this door lies a caged bird
Dependant on external aid
What songs does it often sing
If not of a flightless wing

Of freedom denied and cries unheard
Of dreams ignored and paths unexplored
Behind this door lies a slave who cries of rights the world never gave

Is it because of color
That it stands forsaken to its own horror
Is it a divine curse
That it has nothing but an empty purse

Is this door like any other door
Does this door have rights
Why then into slavery does it go
Why is it darker than other nights

Like a door that leads nowhere...
Like a story that is so unfair...

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I wrote this poem on the day of commemorating the African Child: 16th of June.
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