Kilombo Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

From the mouth of the Ghetto
Priest, the Ghetto speak. 'kanti
no Thixo ulapha' Steve Bantu Biko
meets Robert Mangaliso Sobukwe
the moment relived when our eyes
meet the Ghetto Priest.
To listen to him speaking
is to hear the voice of African
gods. To see him is to be caught
in the rain, of showers of blessings,
his wisdom is the sweet waters
of sacred fountains, so long as he
remains crystal, drink we shall to
quench the thirst of self, to
water the seeds of liberty.
We will forever run under
his wings of strength, so
shall he teach us how to
fly, tomorrow we shall hunt
the volt of vultures who prey
on our assassinated freedom.

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