{Our Children have the Right to Dream}
I dream of a new black suit
With a long tail and a leather boot
And two socks, the size of my foot
II
I dream of a shirt with long buttoned sleeves
Embroidered with animals, birds and leaves
And a high collar
And a tie with a fine color
III
I dream of a red brick school
With a high wall
And a swimming pool
And a field for football
To share with my mates
IV
I dream of a book of my own
And pencils of my own
And a bunch of color pens of my own
And a drawing book for me, just alone
V
Then I will be able draw flowers,
in the forest and butterflies,
and the moon in the bare skies
and a bird on a tree comes or flies
I will draw dogs in the backyard
Caring not of the eyes of the spy
Or curiosity of the passersby
Then I will draw my beautiful Mammy's face
Bearing the features of my race
VI
I dream of a loving teacher
With a red dress
And a smiling face
Always full with happiness
Seeing me at the school's gates
Then enjoying the pleasure of learning
With my fellow mates
V
I dream of a TV set
To watch Tom & Jerry's
And Cinderella in the Wonderland
And the tales of fairies
VII
I dream of a flute to play
To please my Dad and Mom
And when I am tired or bored
I would climb to my bed
With a heavy head
And bid a good night to my sister
And have a sound sleep
In the long nights of the winter
With my pet
VIII
I dream with a cup of milk in the morning
With a loaf of bread
To share with my brothers and sisters
I dream of a warm home
With Dad and Mom
An African black boy living in the interiors is deprived of many of the comforts, his white friends enjoy! With longing he will be looking at the three piece dress others wear, the crayon sets they have in their school bags, the swimming pools in their houses....... etc...etc! For him it is all a wild dream! The poem that draws the stark divide between the affluent and the poor is an eye opener! A 10
Thanks Mamme. I am happy you are following my work. Yes, it is the truth about the deprived and the affluent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Then I will draw the flowers in the forest And the butterfly And the moon in the bare sky And the birds on the trees or when they fly I will draw the dogs mating in the back yard Uncaring of the eye of the spy Or the curiosity of the passersby.... Marvellous poem.
Thanks Dutendra for comments.