Black Theology
Black Theology
It’s that time again
Black man’ scratch for a dime
Like a savage dog, nose on the ground
A bureaucrat’s squash to sip lime
Peeling skin, bare bleeding phalanges-such is excruciating pain
The word of Adam, let them be bound
In chains so fiercely hot, manacled so close to the furnace
Such that their sweat make it rain, make it raiiin
The cry from below- minus six, the trumpet is yet to be sound
The burst of their blisters shall adorn the walls of the city
And I say 7 times; times indeed your muskets shall be in vain
As a mass of ancestors rise upon you, and proclaim to all corners of the world
“This is the day that the lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it”
Cuz this is the day, in which a black man’s pride was found
Copyright © Kabelo Gift Motlhale | Year Posted 2015
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