Albinos Are Saints Poem by Kingsley Ijoko Dominic

His colour is that of clay,
Africa's rich harvest and heritage
He's a masquerade;
A mystery; a myth; a labyrinth and a maze
Have you ever wondered how albinos were made?

I tell you how
They didn't come from the earth
Their flesh; a baked cake from the sun,
Descent from the fires of mystery

Sun flares giving their hairs such a sparkle
A sparkle that's a dazzling dazzle,
Mankind is afraid of their smiles
They are heavens beauty and secret weapon.

Children of the sun
Whose father must protect them from the sun
Their eyes give infrared beam across the dark nights
An albino is not just beautiful,
He's heavens beauty and secret weapon.

This is how the myth goes,
An albino never dies
He simply vanishes;
Fate is theirs.
Even an albino is enthralled by another albino,
They are born in the sun and buried in the moon
Or do you know a tombstone?

Just one
With the eulogy boldly written
'And herein lies a mystery:
An albino, who defies nature and logic
He's born in the sun and buried in the moon...
No you wouldn't find one
'Cause their tombs are in the heavens
Albinos are born saints and they die same.