O dark man, learn something new,
so that hatchet can be buried by you!
O darkman, love the true meaning of love,
Just not to unnerve others nerve.
Eighteen or twenty eight,
I don't know what will, come and go with it,
without good deed, what's the profit?
Mouth is not the open-manhole,
By which a guy, may rotten his soul.
Darkness will always be consumed by the light in the fullness of time.
without good deed, what's the profit? i loved this line...this is the true words combined_Unwritten Soul
beautiful message of coexistence universal acceptance love and understanding. especially for the colonial cousins.... :) @ comments OMG....what a sad diatribe, shocking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like that simple question, Without a good deed, what is the profit? Truely written with such great efforts, nice write Nilakshi The_African_Son