RKS (13th AUG 1986 / KAMPALA UGANDA)

Whose Dark Skin Shines

Well, this is where we dwell
Where the green grass paint in the rains
And the falling yellow rays fall in thier reign
So then the leavy grean begin to pale
And I whose dark skin shines with sweat
Tress for all the marks that move me straight
For what still remains white
Is the dirtied cold snow
And for all I've seen I surely know
That a man is a man
Who stands and doesn't run

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