Treasure Island

Matthias Pantaleon

(August 24,1984 / Oronija Island, Nigeria)

The Black Child


As he run wild and naked in the rain
The black child is free in his realm
And heaven seems to acknowledge
His singing with rhyme of lighting

All fears gone
The child is patched with scars of old
Spots that cannot be clean by rain
Nor the need for roasted yam cloak in red oil
Hunger for equality
Thirst of equity
Drive for fairness
A sense of good conscience

The child seems so happy
That he forgot the hole
Apartheid bore in their thatch roof
Nor the hatred that grew having tap roots

The anger that cloud his eyes
Like a mass of visible water vapour
The black child is free only when it rains
At least, the law will shy away from nature

Giving the child a hundred reason to live
And spread what is left of his broken wings
Alas, they cannot take his reason
For being a black child as he is

Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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For Nelson ‘Madiba' Mandela
You stood like a true African should have; never shy away from adversity like a true son of a black man should have. You are the black child.

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