Who Sees What I Think Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCCC DDDDD EFFCG HIHJH KLMMM NCMOPQ CRSTU VCWCGM CMMXYZ MSCA2OB2 MTMTM

Can you allow me to countA
All the things to my heart bring gruntB
For it s not just empty runtsC
When from them I hear just tauntsC
From a world so full of fontsC
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Just allow me to ask about the new dayD
Why Jesus was never black for a dayD
Just tell me why the wise men from the East would payD
To see a King dabbled in hayD
Tell me why why the black man was left awayD
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For four hundred years plus he was a slaveE
Just forty years in captivity children of Israel were savedF
By the stroke of a stick to the Red sea their way was pavedF
But four hundred sea deep tears muffled the criesC
Of million black slaves from heavenG
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Shame on you Satan you wouldn t be blackH
For if you were our lives wouldn t be darkI
So why to your type you won t go backH
And enjoy the blood they already drankJ
To their guts so filthy blackH
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Tell me why the world was so mullK
When the Blackman s head was a trophyL
At Nyadzonya at Chimoio at Sharpeville even DaffurM
Tell me why when the stab was of a white spearM
The world looked the other side in fearM
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Why for years Ian Smith was a poetN
Who sang of the Blackman s demiseC
Who never saw Pik Botha paint the pictureM
Of an Africa home of the Boer snow whiteO
Why would we pretend the debt was paidP
When in our hearts the wounds still bleedQ
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Steve Biko dead Malcolm X so who caresC
Patrice Lumumba wasn t he killedR
Even the peace loving Martin Luther KingS
Tupac Shakur never chose to dieT
But the killing machine never seizedU
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Why wouldn t I believe that they triedV
To stop the black race through scienceC
Why wouldn t I think AIDS is the productW
For culling the black raceC
Why would I trust a Whiteman s intentionG
When all history speaks of his treacheryM
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Why now do they shake in their pantsC
About a Zimbabwe reeling in povertyM
When Angola is in a decade s long warM
Sudan Congo Somalia it s no white man s landX
Black women and children cry to deathY
But how precious is black lifeZ
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Is it a secret anymore their fearM
Of an African resurrection a new uprisingS
To claim back what s rightfully theirsC
Taken away by hook and crookA2
The same good world watched over slavery apartheidO
The same world stands for them in guard of their lootB2
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Do you see what I seeM
That when they cry I have to cryT
When I cry they only pat meM
Who cares about the tears I cryT
Or are they just rivers of my sorrowM

Seke Bharu
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/04/2019



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