Black Theology

Black Theology It’s that time again Black man’ scratch for a dime Like a savage dog, nose on the ground A bureaucrat’s squash to sip lime Peeling skin, bare bleeding phalanges-such is excruciating pain The word of Adam, let them be bound In chains so fiercely hot, manacled so close to the furnace Such that their sweat make it rain, make it raiiin The cry from below- minus six, the trumpet is yet to be sound The burst of their blisters shall adorn the walls of the city And I say 7 times; times indeed your muskets shall be in vain As a mass of ancestors rise upon you, and proclaim to all corners of the world “This is the day that the lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it” Cuz this is the day, in which a black man’s pride was found