Madagascar Christmas
I
The elders speak of a special healer
In their times of trouble
Their country was overrun by "others"
And women and children felt frustrations
Men could not vent upon Occupiers
In their slavery to others, cruelty ruled
And one widow, or outcast wife, suffered
More than others. she had a disease
Not leprosy, yet cast out: Don't touch me!
She heard of the special healer, saw Hope
Waited day after day to find a way to him
II
The healer had no qualms touching & praying
With, and for, the castaway, wrapped in blood
She followed the healer to the end, gratitude
Is easy if you are an exile, the worst "other"
Many were healed, men were taught duties
Of real family men, forgiven but instructed
As best teachers practice: message from High On
Only this Woman came to the Healers tomb
Because elites and blessed people are hard
They lose Ubuntu, humanity & civilization easily
But celebrate stories from Madagascar, Mali, Maya --
Because they do not have a stake in strange places
If the healer is called Jesus, some people turn purple
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2022
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