Watutsi Warriors of Yore
by Angeline Bandon-Bibum
The Watutsi warrior stood, with a spear in his hand,
With the grace of a woman, but the strength of a man.
In ceremonial regalia, he dances.
With a smile on his face, he prances.
The Watutsi warrior is thin and tall,
From my imagination he will never fall
From his wooden pedestal.
He is more than a sculpture in a museum.
He represents an ancient black people,
Flesh, blood, and beauty.
To write this poem is my duty.
Copyright © 2005 by Angeline Bandon-Bibum