African Kid: Best Poem Judged by the UN 2006
When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black
And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray
And you calling me colored??
Darude & Noms, which one was posted before? And no I didn't search for it and even though it may have been posted it wasn't posted by me :p
the African Kid poem was is ironic I found it funny and makes a point.
The Prayer Before Birth I will always been in awe of.
Edifis, Everything prays, birds ants bees absolutely everything including babies before birth :)
It's the world that corrupts, but you would know that had you read & understood the poem ;)
NUCLEAR WEAPONS: IF AMERICA AND ISRAEL CAN HAVE THEM - THEN SO SHOULD IRAN.
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mai lain pa!
cool poem you got there. :P
If the baby is not born, how is it praying?
Eating, breathing, crying, kicking...I can understand......but praying is too much!
gr8 one Dali, however was posted before. thanks for recalling. :)
~noms~
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"Before God we are all equally wise ' and equally foolish" - Albert Einstein
hahahha!! Nice poem Dali, the one by the African kid! heheheheh!!
--------Do I look like Bambi's sister???-------
a blast.
great poem
but Dali did you search before posting its because this poem was posted thousands of time here on this forum QL.
Prayer before Birth
By Louis MacNeice
I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.
I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, treets to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.
I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak to me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engenered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they murder by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.
I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift aand my children curse me.
I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
Come near me.
I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
blow me like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.
This poem speaks to me on so many levels
NUCLEAR WEAPONS: IF AMERICA AND ISRAEL CAN HAVE THEM - THEN SO SHOULD IRAN.