Poem by Moses A. Uyang (Project 60, Abuja, Nigeria)
Your skin, my skin, our skin
I am black, you are white
You’re black, I am white And so what?
Our skin doesn’t talk,
It does not hate
We talk, we hate.
When we live in a world of white, brown or black
Hispanic or Asian
Africans or Americans
Europeans or Oceanians
Then, for sure, the world has long left us behind.
We become relics of our dishonourable past.
From the North to the South
Across the oceans
Down to the arid lands
We carry a badge of shame on our existence
An insignia of prejudice and ridicule
If our hearts have no regards
For human dignity, then
Till we leave the dungeons of our ignorance
We may not have a living spirit within
But just a statue, taking a tour around the surface of the earth
With hate, without dignity
What a sad existence!
What a sad world we create
Choose to love!