African Cross

I made up my mind to live or die by faith, Not through faith, nor justice, nor second hope My hope is that justice and happiness comes, Not through fear or through blood aspirations I hope Makelele will stay milky, not bloody African cross, the wood of my ebony tears African cross, the limitation of my ideas African cross, the mortification of my past African cross, the slaughter of my generation Africa cross, I decided to carry it to the forest I made up my mind to lead twelve disciples, To knowledge than through ignorance, My son said, Master, focus in sowing your seed I said, as long as there will be rain and water, Seed shall be planted and Lukunga will water me African cross, the riot of the poor angry African cross, the revolver of the weak African cross, the massacre of the no name African cross, the policies of the lost winner African cross, the darkness of wisdom I made up my mind to love and speak life, Not lies, no, truth, no minutes, no report Where most of our lonely desk, teach us to run I believe in seeking and walking the lonely Calvary Carry my wood heavy, black African cross African cross, the helper that reached out to my king African cross, the nurse that was near on my birthday African cross, the editor of my prophetical papyrus African cross, the politics of emotion motionless African cross: football of goalkeeping not reaching