Friend, My Foe.
my colour and my race may draw you to repulsion,
my colour, nor my race, but your hatred is in question.
am human, of your being, yet I you cannot face,
attitude towards me, I think is a disgrace.
or white, Asian or Jew, one eye, one leg or two,
made up of the very same, we’re both human, me and you.
don’t mock or scorn your imperfections, nor do I insult your name,
you cannot leave me alone, say my colour is to blame.
is a powerful thing, inside each and every man,
cannot control it, or even wants to, because they feel no shame.
one thing is quite certain; this thing I know is true,
my friend shall not be outcast, for I am strong like you.
your strength comes from a rage, burning deep inside,
have strength to carry on, for of my roots I have great pride.
fool yourself to believe that I’m afraid of you, your kind,
will always be beside you, always on your mind.
when you kill me, when I breathe my last, when you think you’ve won,
this I say to you, my friend, my foe, the one.
were the one, who killed a man, now you must pay the price,
price the colour of my skin, you were not very wise.
there are others just like me, in whom you’ll see my face,
haunt you ‘til your life is done, for you cannot kill a race.
one thing, ‘twill always be, one thing I am quite sure,
you kill for the colour of skin, you will want to kill some more.
you cannot wipe out a nation; you cannot kill for hate,
if you try you’ll kill yourself, then it will be too late.
late to say you’re sorry, to say that you were wrong,
you were just so narrow minded, to realise I belong.
have a life, I have a family, and I have lots of friends,
will live when I am dead, see, the circle has no end.