THE STRENGHT OF THE AFRICAN CHILD

The African child 
Made a victim under 
Mother nature‘s chide 
Upon which we all now must ponder 
From dawn to dusk he’ll cry 
Comfort he’s unable to acquire.  

The African child 
Long ago refused to die 
Even when Dada and Mama died 
Even when destiny seemed to lie 
He still refused to die 
Though his destiny looked lumbered 
Yet his maker neither slept nor slumbered 
And even when he hungered 
Upon his future he did ponder.  

The African child 
Though found in the caves 
And then taken through tide and waves 
Into the slave’s place 
His destiny was never enslaved 
For his heart stayed sharp 
Playing as a harp Making my hands clap.  

The African child 
Was called a slave boy 
Even made a houseboy 
Yet in all, he endured the bore 
They called him the chimpanzee 
And names from A to Z 
Yet he refused to care 
Nor did he fear 
Cos he had the cure of fears 
Even to the core upstairs.  

The African child 
Is a child depicting strength 
He depicts wonder 
True beauty in and beneath color
True display of inner strenght
To a very luminous lenght 
Showing awesome power 
More than a gun powder.  

When it comes to leadership 
He is always luminary 
When it comes to challenges 
He lunges readily 
When it comes to hardwork 
He lies at the frontier.  
For the African child is luxuriant 
And also yet luxurious 
He is always lusty 
Though sometimes he is lustful 
Yet he is a braveheart 
With an unwavering mind 

“for a double-minded man Is unstable in all his ways” 
This is what the Bible says 
But allow me to also say, 
“A trouble-minded man Always has a complain to make”.  
Now take a look at 
The strength of the African child 
Forget his skin tone 
Look at his strenght 
Forget his phonetics 
Or his past 
But look at his strength 
And see the range of honour 
Beyond his own ethnics 

“for how far you see Will i give forever unto thee And unto thy seed.”

God bless the African child.

(From THE WRITINGS OF JAMES O. GEORGE -2010)
James