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