The Calling Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

The relationship between the dead and the
living is very real
The dead is well and alive in us
Our ancestors are calling us
The call falls on deaf ears
For the white man is all we hear.
More than God, the white man is what we fear.
The white man is here and we are not free
We are slaved to fulfil his agendas
We are the offenders of our ancestors
We are dying to correct the ills of those who came before us
I speak of the passengers of the slave ship Jesus
Spiritual prisoners
Our ancestors are calling us
Will we ever respond to that call?
Or are we too busy praising a false image of a white Jesus?
Busy painting him black in our imagination and ignoring the call?
Or are we too lost that we do not recognise the voice of our ancestors calling us?

Failure to know your ancestors is a failure to know yourself
A slave to your own identity
Our ancestors are calling us to respond to this reality
To Face our past is to face our destiny
You might have been raised through a foreign custom
In a different time zone
Yet our ancestors DNA is deeply rooted in your bones
You have their blood flowing through your veins
In the middle of this confusing fast lane
Our ancestors will guide us on our way home
And we shall be whole again.
In this memory lane of remembrance
follow in the footsteps of our ancestors
to walk in their trace will not erase their footprints
But will bring us closer to our fateful future
The genetic make up in us reflects their very existence.
To know yourself is to know god
To know your ancestors is to honor God.
Our holy ancestors is all that we got.

|Mufasa|