Solomon C Jatta Poems

So what if am black,
Does it mean the trait of humanity I lack?
I am no less human,
For I too am son of man.
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Cabal of the corrupt,
The silent sleep of the economy they disrupt.
Users of public office as dumping ground for thieves
And the scum of society.
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Mediterranean, I did not come
To drown,
I came because things frown
At home.
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One poem at a time.
Yet the words were not enough to change
The killings we decried —
The bombing of children, whose parents had died
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They have left
Footprints that we cannot fill,
Heavy with the weight of dreams,
Quiet now, but never still.
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Cease the lie,
The youth are happy—
They say it loud, they say it snappy.
But what's so sweet about hunger pains?
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