A Poem: My un-sweet songs
I often hear the little birds sing sweet in chorus
And I wanted the same melody songs
Because my voice wasn’t sweet enough
Though it came from the center of my heart
So I still sat there singing aloud from my lungs
I sang for the sincere heroes and heroines
And I sang against injustices
I lightened the lamps for the heroes and heroines
And dimmed it for the enemy and enablers
But I will keep singing
During wee hours of the night
And when the sun lightened up the day
My songs are not for kings, the rich, and the power hungry
It is for the oppressed, the sick, and the alienated
So, dear friend!
Hold firmly onto the olive branch while I sing
Just like my twin sang for Mandela during the time of apartheid.
By Yero Jallow