Thus said King Zunga
To the children:
— He who would be king,
Let him answer fast:
What is the color of God?
They call out colors…
And King Zunga laughs like a skull:
— No one deserves to be king.
He is not white,
Not black,
He has no color,
And He created all colors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem