The Church Bell Tolls Beyond The Colliery
The colour is black when he comes home
But he is not a Negro who sweats in a coal mine.
His fiancée is a Negress who grinds to a flour milling factory
Walks home like an Englishwoman floury.
They live together under a one roof and breathe the same colourless air.
The destiny is little fair to them so far and she delivered twins a (Christmas) par with a black girl and a white boy.
Oh! A Christmas for them it’s really it seems.
He goes alone in the midnight Mass
And she heard beyond the colliery the church bell tolls.
The infants were baptized as Jesus and Mary
And it’s a once upon a time story.
* A Christmas gift to all my poet friends.