the black bird..
searching the endless skies i see
a black bird, almost as black as me
i wonder weather she flies alone
secluded and separated, in a world of her own..
i wonder if she knows about friends
about family, about relations without an end
i wonder if she really is as free
in the endless skies, as free as she seems to be..
i wonder if her bread, like mine, is snatched from her mouth
i wonder if the "others" in the sky are as bossy and uncouth
i wonder if she, like me, knows what is it like to be homeless
i wonder if she, like me forever wants to quit this ugly mess..
i wonder if she, like me is spat upon without a reason
i wonder if she, like me does not rejoice any season
i wonder if she understands, the value of an identity
i wonder if anyone up there comforts her with empathy..
i wonder if her sky is as lonely as my street
i wonder if for her too, it is this difficult to make ends meet
i wonder if she, like me, cries herself to sleep
i wonder if she, like me, fears the dark memories she has to keep..
but then i see a white pigeon
a harbinger of peace, as they say..
he flies close to the black bird
and probably asks her to fly away..
and then the sky is filled with birds
i weep silently, for i have no words
then i know they don't follow races in the sky
they love unconditionally, they dont have to try..
then i wonder with tears in my eyes
will my world ever be as beautiful, as this one in the skies
will we all, whites and blacks create our identities
based on truth, peace, friendship and not on ruthless lies
will our lives ever be like these birds?
will we ever.. learn to
i am strong on the surface... not all the way through..
i've never been perfect but neither have you...
so if you're asking me i want you to know..
when my time comes..forget the wrong that i've done , help me leave behind some..reasons to be missed..