They call me Uncle Tom and mock me these my children mock me they hate the hat in hand the one- roomed God I praise. Winds raise the flat- roofed house each harvest time each southern soft Se- tember. “Hey, nuncle! wanna see what God in heaven brought for me? One pink-ear’d rat, thick knuckle-headed…
1 Helpless like this leader – less like this, we met you lover, warrior, hater, coming through the files of the forest soft foot to soft soil of silence: we met in the soiled tunnel of leaves. Click lock your your fire lock fore arm fire – arm flashed fire and our firm flesh, flame…
So in this tilted alleyway that roll in debris to the sea I kick my way among the wealth of fish smells, fish bones, to my father’s home. Around me, children’s feet still walk to school with swinging bag and nothing more. No face, no feature scrawled upon the whirling disc the needle gnawing into…
In a little shanty town was a night like this girls were sitting down around the town like this some were young and some were brown I even found a miss who was black and brown and really did the twist watch her move her wrist and feel your belly twist feel the hunger thunder…
“All God’s Chillun” by Edward Kamau Braithwaite is a poem that reflects the period of Indian indentureship as labourers on the field. It also emphasizes on the Idians’ bitter experience of inferiority and racial discrimination whilst labouring on the field for the Englishman . Apart from the inferiority complex and racial discrimination, their labourious service…
1E-gyptIn Af-ricaMesopo-tamiaMero-eTheNileSilicaglassand brittleSa-hara, Tim-Buctu, Gaothe hills ofAhafo, windsOf the Ni-ger, Kurmasiand Kiverdown theCoiled congoand downthat black riverthat tides us to hell HELLIn the waterBrownBoys of Bushongodrowned in theBlue and the bitter Salt of wave- gulliedFerdinand’s seaSoft windsto san Salvador, Christopher, Christ, and no NoahOr dove to promise us, grimthrough it was, the simple sal vation…