Baskadia

CRY OF AFRICA

This traffic light of injustice inside my head

Is always green and never red

My thoughts, my dreams and all my fears

They all speed past my listening ears

I try to close my eyes to block it out

But inside my head they rush about

I take a breathe to slow it down

But upon my face appears a frown

My heart beats fast

But my breathing slows

I breathe in life

Then it goes

I am numb

Yet I feel my tears

I have lost my people count of days

The months and the years

This traffic of injustice inside my head

I am scared of my people's live

When it turns red

Because the black skin complexion

Suffers on this race of" Race"

(Adapted from poem book WHEN THINGS FALL APART by Okabi Eliud the young shakespear)