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About This Poem
So Be It
Beauty! Though black, but not black in the heart
And wide like a noon sun, her name shall grow
Like a pretty wind, her name shall roll
While like an ocean, her name shall flow
And come foes shall turn to vulture's meat
Like a wood termites descend on its ply.
Queen! Like a town train, her name shall rail
While like a siren ship, her name shall sail
Like a brilliant bird, her name shall fly
And top like a mountain, her name shall rise
For the sake of her name, dear drum shall beat
Like a flux cloud of ice, light and dark.
Africa! Black and beauty brain the earth
Like a lightning coal that leave in the dark.
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