A “coloured” poem

       Hello all,
          Sorry for the long gap between the two posts, but I was tied up with a few stuff. But Im back now :) And this time, I bring you another poem. This one was written by an african kid. Its something like the “Man with the Hoe”. A beautiful thought. A poem, asking, questioning, the masters of the world and the people all around, about why he was a downtrodden kid. Give it a thought…

Who is coloured?
When I born, I Black,
When I grow up, I Black,

When I go in Sun, I Black,
When I scared, I Black,
When I sick, I Black,
And when I die, I still black…

And you White fella,
When you born, you Pink,
When you grow up, you White,

When you go in Sun, you Red ,
When you cold, you Blue,
When you scared, you Yellow,
When you sick, you Green ,
And when you die, you Grey…
And you calling me Coloured ??

          How was that dear reader? Touching. Questioning. Evoking a guilty spirit whithin… Please remember this wherever you go, whatever you do. Casteism was invented by God for a good cause, but not untouchability, nor racial discrimination. Please remember that…


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March 22, 2006 | Filed Under Emotion,Literature,Philosophy, World Peace | 11 Comments 

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