Psalm African Child/ An African Childs memoir.

Today we take a walk in a land of time long gone yet so has much impact.

To a day when we lost many in life but gained in struggle.

When choice was not ours and force was their voice.

When pain screamed in its silence and life was lost in violence

When being black was a curse and being educated often worse.

That is the time I wish to take you to.

When choice and rights where are a  myth

And your voice could be your death.

When tyranny sat on the throne and segregation was the mission.

When one race flourished while the other withered in its thriving.

We swallowed the pieces of a conspired education.

That, that is the time I wish to take you to.

When we lived for a purpose straight out of destiny’s box.

When we had our fill of this omens cough

We cured ourselves of the abomination

And contributed to the plight of the rebirth of a nation

 We broke the chains of the mental slavery

And succeeded here today for an education that is optimal as needed to be.

We prevailed though with the count of men down.

The past has left us only with this.!
what is to come. And here, and now!

So may their deaths have meaning and bring out the best in you

So as to prove their struggle was genuine and true.

Happy African Child day.