When today comes and yesterday
has become the chirping of birds,
Do remember that those rags here
are golden chambers, silver linen
for some generations yet unborn.
Do not follow this popular saying
that there is light at the end of every
tunnel and if they say, ask them,
What colour God wears. Humans
are wise, they will say white,
Tell them that the light at every
end is not white for God’s colour
will never pass the throat of men
Do not fail to master the footsteps
of life for it has once walked this place.
Hold your head when you are down, be
like a warring soldier with your shoulder.
Let the world know I have written you
in white and not black. Tell them well
that I tendered complains
about darkness, dark minds, dark tunnel for at the end of each,
There still remains darkness,