Sahara April

 

 

     This little girl be no strange little girl,

She is a baby,

No stranger,

No strange inclinations

Born of colour – no prejudicial ideas

Taught from strange folk

With strange little minds for;

     She knows not the resentment of

A callous World.

 

     This little girl be no stranger

To Mother and to Father,

Or brother too as,

While she’s been nestling –

We have all been scurrying

To prepare her coming,

And I as Pa and Ma too; insist

That she and brother both

Be afforded human respect,

Human rights we ‘all’

Should be awarded.

 

     This little girl is loved,

This little girl is adored –

And the hope,

     Is for a world for her to grow;

To cease incessant argument

Release and teach a foe

Of ignorance,

For she knows not

The conflict of the past.

 

     She is no stranger to our world!

Many babes have come and grown

     And gone – yet,

She is the knowingness of love

From Mum and Dad and

We’re glad to walk with you

A fleeting while upon the Earth,

For within a new found confidence

We know that love

Can reward all,

Reward all without

A need to fight.

 

     We are Zulu,

We are English – we are Human,

We are unity crossing borders

We are the love we all can be,

We are a family,

A family here before a

Universal Spirit

And as Sahara April

Walks and rises through her

Growing years,

We pray ‘we all’

Be guided and accept;

     For although the worlds

Becoming very small,

The ‘Universe of Man’

Be even greater.

     Little babe!

Little babe – little girl,

Years may come and go

But be brave against

A world where the loudest

State objections within antiquity,

For some will just never understand,

     Be brave little girl,

And always know the love

From mother and from father,

For we’re always watching over,

Within the kindred of a Universal Spirit,

Where life can encompass all.

 

 

Michael J Waite 23^rd September 2012.

 

Dedicated to my baby daughter.

 

Music track is War Cry by Modeselektor. Thank you.