There will come a time
When words lose time
When crime will not shade blood
When riots will be silent
When the colour will not discriminate
When the world will know silence
In the echoes of storms.
There will be no rhythms nor blues
There will be no shadows of cornrows
There will be no shades of cornfields
There will be depth of synthetic colour
Unification and unity
Everyone will be judged by character not skin.
There will be no movement of blacks but a movement of civilization, therapy and healing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem