When I call you,
Please don't refuse to come,
I don't use a knife to eat bread
When I call you,
Don't think twice rather, shout to the sky and
Say "wanji, waliwo obuzibu"
I understand my forefathers
Gave you stones for bread,
It was terrible. But I come with the water of life
Come ye to me, Come
Hello African Boy
Shadrach S Victor
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 08/01/2020
Poet's note: Some of our people in Africa have remained reserved about welcoming our white brotherhood
But they ought to understand that the times have changed. It is not like in the days when a Man of God preaching love would buy you for a slave
My poem is aimed at mutual communion not liberty, equality or justice but just communion and reconcialiation
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Poem topics: life, sky, water, knife, understand, terrible, bread, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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