Locked arm in arm they cross the way
The black boy and the white,
The golden splendor of the day
The sable pride of night.
From lowered blinds the dark folk stare
And here the fair folk talk,
Indignant that these two should dare
In unison to walk.
Oblivious to look and word
They pass, and see no wonder
That lightning brilliant as a sword
Should blaze the path of thunder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an amazing poem that the world should not be seen between racial lines. they are only two boys of different colors who want to be friends. the world sees this as odd but they don't mind! it's their decision, not ours!