It rained, <br />On the roofs of the oppressors and the oppressed, <br />Rained, <br />In the gardens of the righteous and the wicked, <br />It rained, <br />On the grounds of achievers and failures, <br />Rained, <br />Poured and bred the seeds of villains and warriors, <br />It rained, <br />And moistened the air of the poor and the rich, <br />Rained, <br />And touched the soil of a saint and a witch, <br />It rained, <br />On the heads of samaritans and the fiend, <br />Poured everywhere on un enemy and a friend, <br />It rained, <br />And swept the grounds of the good and the bad, <br />Rained, <br />Poured and rained on everyone sane or mad, <br />It rained <br />And left no boundary between blacks and whites.<br /><br />Shamba Kaunda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-rained-3/
