Whatever transgressions he against You did,
Father save the black man from empty dogma and creed.
His ancestors could have been heathen and wild,
But Lord save the black man from the wrath of his child.
Save the African mother from poisoning by her daughter,
And guard the aging father from his son’s slaughter!
His neighbor stalks to slay
All night and day,
Save the black man of woe
From his neighbor’s blow!
Whatever sin against you he did
(And this he did indeed)
Lord save the black man from himself;
Forbid that he should exterminate his own,
As he appears set to do soon!
Count not against him his follies
For he’s just a mere child playing with dollies;
He knows not what he ought not to do,
But only puffs his undiscerning head against you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Powerful poem. Very well-written. If it were a song it would be in the top 10.