I may be black; you may be white.

It gives you no right to undermine me.

Don’t dare think you are superior to me.

Our complexions differ, but we’re the same.

You do not have to criticise me.

I’m astonished by the way you treat me.

Is it because I am an irresistible force?

I know I’m way too big!

We may be divided by borders,

We may be from different tribes.

What matters is we are children of the same Mother

And that makes us brothers and sisters.

If our ancestors fought and we too are,

Nothing has changed; we’re contradicting ourselves.

We need to transform ourselves

Let the world change for the best.

So the one above stops punishing us,

With heat which penetrates our skins

With thunderstorms which take lives and homes

I hope the next generation is nothing like us.

But us being the ones to mould them,

I fear they will be worse than us.