Beauty is in the <br />Faces of my people, <br />When smiling in peace. <br />Enjoying light african showers, <br />When those raindrops <br />Tastes as sweet as honey, <br />In their mouths. <br /> <br />Beauty is in the voices <br />Of my people. <br />When shouting and murmurs <br />With hope and happiness. <br />When singing together in happiness. <br />When no one is greedy, <br />When insurbodination and discrimination <br />Is history. <br />Where everyone support togetherness. <br /> <br />Beauty is in the hands <br />Of my people. <br />When helping each other, <br />When my people embrace each other. <br />When retaliation does not exist. <br />Where natural spleandour calls <br />Everyone to happiness. <br /> <br />My people belive in <br />Coming, Working and Keeping <br />Together, when they support <br />MASAKHANE. <br />When they all care together <br />Regardless of races. <br /> <br />Beauty is in the <br />Hearts of my people, <br />When giving unconditional love. <br /> <br />Beauty is when <br />My people are free. <br />Beauty is when <br />My people are together as one.<br /><br />Siyabonga A Nxumalo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-people-12/
