Our Black Mother Mourn Poem by David Olusanya

"They are all deaf and dumb,
with hateful hearts; so cold and numb".
Her somber song stills the street.

‘What ail your tears?
What are your fears?
I beseeched her with much feat.

"Under the sod,
all on their tod,
these ones ceaselessly sleep".

"They once sucked my breast,
on my thighs they once had rest.
But faraway, are dipped in despair-deep"

My heart heaved of pain,
at the sorrow of her strain,
as our black mother mourn.

"Where are my heroes?
That will turn around my throes,
to the dance of a new morn.

David O. Olusanya