Behold, this is the coming, the
birth of the messiah, the child of
the sun, whose skin is burnt
gold, whose hair is woolly as
a sheep, whose presence and
potent is might, whose essence
of the gospel message stands or
falls on the experience of the
oppressed, whose coming reminds
us, the oppressed that god is within
us, god is us therefore god is black
because god is one with the oppressed
of the land, behold the time has been
fulfilled, The Kingdom of god is at hand,
at your hands oppression will come to
end, only when you realise that god
will only act as soon as you act, for
your oppression to cease to stand.
Behold the reign of Black god displaces
all false authorities, to repent and
believe in the gospel message is to
disband the white church because to
be less religious is to be more close
god and over stand that religion has
given god a bad name but Today god
redeem herself by joining us as we
search for our identity, only to
discover we have been searching for
god herself, because god's identity
is revealed in our struggle for freedom.
|Suss KaMzibeni|
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem