Yvonne Rautenbach - Ashanti Boy

Shining black moon
Thrilled with teeth
Come to our shores
Of gold and grief
Ashanti boy
Loving his books
Passing good grades
And clothes on their hooks
Submissive but sure
Goals in his sight
Shining black star
His tutor's delight
clutching his Bible
Posting his wages
Part time in burgers
And cleaning out cages
Achieving his aim
Professional job
Turning up early and
Earning a bob
He never seems tired he never gets fat
And people suspicious....
How did he do that?

Yvonne Rautenbach

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