Black as coal.
Black as colour.
Black is skin;
but pure is the heart.
That units us as brothers.
On the streets where we lived.
And we worked for our lives;
but we where later agitated for.
We the dark people.
Black as coal.
Black as colour.
Joshua madiba
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everything black that's outside but inside the pure white the pure gold the pure diamond the pure love for whole mankind!