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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Angifi Dladla BAYEDE Bayede , Son of man, Bayede! You who outsmart the invisible God of our ancestors, You who perfect the creations of the One-Who-Cannot-Be- Imagined. Modernizer of flying dragons that drop eggs down on cities – They whose eggs hatch bouncing chicks, enveloped in clouds with no linings. O Inventor of plague-like rain and diseases, What a mutagen of nature you are! Bayede, Son of man, Bayede! With lashes and nails, Jesu surrendered to your cross, With a red stroke, sons of heaven rot to die in your jails, With omission and neglect, sages die muzzled and forgotten. Yes! You appraise absolute truth and belittle the God of our ancestors. Yes! You sentence God to eternity in your prisons. What a demystifier of God you are! Bayede, dredge of ocean and land marrow, Bayede! You who imprison nature and charge for entrance, You who farm waste to fertilize the sky and the soil and the waters, You who crack cells and sells us mutants for cyborgs. Colonizer of oceans, You’ll soon reside under the ocean, Colonizer of space, You’ll soon drill the Moon and Mars, Build supermaxes and nuthouses up there. Yes! as God-shrike, You’ll lynch angels and the sons of heaven up there, yes! But look, O youngest brother of Mu, just look: We are on the brink of taking a Cosmic Route. Look, O man who inherited breast milk from Atlantis, O, no-no, don’t borrow Madam Lot’s eyes. Look, and listen to your heart: The voice within is the call of the Cosmic Brotherhood!
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