Fruits Of One Tree Poem by Moto Wamwanga

Fruits Of One Tree



The colour of our skin,
The skin that everyone
Has outraged and exposed
To winter, summer
Or to any weather,
That was treated like a bin;

The colour of our eyes,
Those eyes, my brothers,
As brown as almond
And attractive like diamond
We inherited from our mothers
Allow purely one to say yes
We are fruits of one tree.
We are not two! We are not three!

We're one, one people from one root,
As our curly hair shows and our foot
Demonstrates. Why are we killing
Each other? Why are we filling

Our planet with battle and hunger?
We are meant to be so stronger,
United and together as one people,
One nation and one race, simple!

An orange, no matter where is grown
Whether in Europe, in Africa,
In America or in Jamaica
Will still, no matter what, be known

As an orange. Why do we blame
Ourselves? No one has power
In front of a gun. No one has fame
Or a word in front of their sour

Decisions. The only and unique history
Of slave we rely on was written by them,
These people who deserve, for our problem,
To be blamed, who never for century

Accepted that they are wrong.
The only, better and strong
Method to get them confess
What they did is to impress

Them with unbreakable unity,
Mutual love and solidarity
Regardless our countries of birth
Like Jewish around the planet earth.

They taught you that I sold
You to them, you're much better
Than me, that I'm stupid. They told
Me that you honestly are not brave,
That you're just a dirty, useless slave.
They also lied to me that the matter

Of enslaving was to create a strong, pure,
Intelligent, intellectual and dynamic
Africa without lazy and comic
People; that I'm the fined creature

Of Africa. Let's once be realistic.
What they say are lies and politic.
If I sold you to be tortured, chained
And enslaved, have I then obtained
Money from them to colonise
Africa? It's time for you and I to move
On, get rid of their lies. It's time to organise
Ourselves and raise up the flag of love.

They secretly set up fire among
Us to call us, when fighting, stupid,
Senseless. They're creating hatred song
Full of lies in order for them to lead
Us, to control us, as we are strong
Together and powerful. Let's forbid

Any type of dispute between
Us, because our enemy has been
Stronger and wiser. He can break
Us easily as individually we're weak.



Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love educates
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
There is no difference between an orange grown in Russia and the one in America. Why is it there a difference between you born in Caribbean islands and me in African lands? We are one race, one people, one family.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vijay Sai R 19 June 2014

a very patriotic poem...words written for nation...

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Salini Nair 18 June 2014

poem that speak unity...............like it............

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