Post-Aparthied Same Zulu

Has God accepted your burning white flesh yet? As the blood seeps into the ground nourishing the land that was advanced by civilization. The raped White carcasses of White farmers residents and their ancestors made them equal: To the Black death of the dark continent. Civilizations' fall despite the gospel given -- that said love your enemy. The pagan and tribal era has returned --to dance upon the White carcass-- of autonomy. If the savage had not been baptized in Christ's name; if he had not been clothed in civilization. If tribe and chief had not been absolved for sovereign man --White man-- would not be supreme. On the reservation is the tradition of the primitive; still living their ghost. Farther South they gather in the jungle... Are they clothed? Have they heard you Lord? Among the farthest East --they heard you-- and made you one of them. Running wild in the streets untamed, the heathen rapes and robs in the name of social justice. Saying your clothes do not fit and your baptism was not full submersion. © S. Wesley Mcgranor