Susi and Chuma

Though some call black men unfaithful -- sinister,
And maledictions on their head hurl;
Yet Livingstone's blanched bones in great Westminster
Bear their mute testimony to the world.

Do Susi and Chuma -- benighted mortals --
Attend him still in his majestic state,
Or there beside the sacred, august portals,
With folded arms, stand silently in wait?

Surely he would not dare deny his being
To friends who honored moulding flesh and bone;
Who, over forest lands, two brave souls fleeing,
Brought him into the keeping of his own.