THE BLACK SUN
Dr. Indira Krishnamurti
How sweet of you
You’ve thought of me
How nice of you
To have thought of me!
I’m like an orphan
Craving for the love of one
Roaming in the human jungles
And ringing the leper’s bells.
How sweet of you
You’ve thought of me
How kind of you
To have thought of me!
These guys are blind and deaf-mute
And don’t bother about my wounds
Wet with red blood bleeding
Which in their veins is flowing!
My teeth sparkle white
The pink heart pulsates bright
In silence the sufferings they take
As my skin is very, very Black!
How sweet of you
You’ve thought of me
How nice of you
To have thought of me!
(An open letter to Ian Botha, former President of South Africa, when Nelson Mandela was in jail)