Black Jesus ( For Chris )
Black Jesus ( for Chris )
God
Is a white man
So they would have you believe
His only born son
A white man to
Not Arab or *****
Though hailing from the dusty deserts
Of Palestine’s Arabia
More racially inherent the colour
And features bone structures
And skin would be tan, brown or black
Perhaps God
Was a Roman
And the interpretations of text
From Hebrew
A complex art
With all its parts of changing vowels
By the placements of a single point
Spells out different meanings
Placed on a word
But hey what the hell
We’ll interpret as we choose
And fit the bill
Clever little scholars of the future
We’ll bend the truth
Into a lie
This great and Holy foundation
Built upon cliché acceptance
Of a story lost in time
Through the twists and turns
Of intent to mislead
Away from this………
“The kingdom of God is inside you and all around you
Not in mansions of wood and stone
Split a piece of wood and I am there
Lift a stone and you will find me”
The Gospel of Thomas
Words and monuments
Books and stained glass
Obedience and ritual
Gold adorns a cross in ridicule
Death and life
Heaven and hell
Reward and punishment
None of which can tell you
Or replace
Or translate
Your heart
And soul
God
Is a white man
So they would have you believe
His only born son
A white man to
Not Arab or *****
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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