Blue-black as the African night sky
And pure as the heavenly waters that purify
He springs from the roots of beauty
In the ire of a world so ugly
Divinely adorned with ornamental pearls
And glistening colour of nature in melanin
That charm the nostalgic (yearning) heart
And appease the crave of many kinds
His aura makes flora and fauna blush
And is blessed with such in his corner
Out of his bosom flows the liquid and crystal gold
That feed the hunger of many nations
His toil, their spoils,
His sweat, their treats
Oh, little African boy
Who can assuage the odium (hate) towards you
That emanates from a thousand climes
A pariah to the human kind
Bereft of any justifiable cause
Even as the resource messiah
Of many continents
And still more to come
In leaps and bounds
Take solace little African boy
In the awakening that is rising
Neither from the east or west
Nor the north or south
But in the promise that is told
From a sustaining immortality
That allays the pain of the innocent (victim)
And uplifts the downtrodden
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem