Jesus was a Black Man his blood was as red as mine, and when they whipped him, and when they raised him up and his dark cross burnt through the night, I saw them pick him, like an apple, and they planted him in the ground to send him home, and I saw the watchtowers crumble, and his shroud bleached in the Sun, and I watched the vivid colours emerge, golden, green and red, and I heard, far away, a lion roar, and I saw an ocean in turmoil, whipped, like him, and I saw blood (red blood, remember) spilt over decks and yardarms, and in cages below, and when they finally got him there, I saw them whip him too, and they knelt upon him, and then, I saw them raise him up too, up into the darkening night with a flaming cross behind to guide them all the way to Babylon.
Haile Selassie I, Emperor of Ethiopia, was born today in 1892.
Daniel Radcliffe, English actor, was born today in 1989.
This is brilliant. Just brilliant.
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There’s so much depth in it, such powerful words, great work!
This is beyond my compliments.
Wow! Thanks.
Life in all it’s many colours, is sometimes delightful sometimes painful, but when expressed through poetry, it turns pain into a strange moving scene that projects a strange beauty on the most horrifying of truth. Love the Poetry!
Many thanks.
Life in all it’s many colours, is sometimes delightful sometimes painful, but when expressed through poetry, it turns pain into a strange moving scene that projects either a dynamic or sensitive beauty on the most diverse or loving truth. Love the Poetry!
Some deep truths, the colors weaved in nicely.