Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

The Gospel - Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

Jesus they call, in his name they came but his ways they deny, they are living a lie, misrepresentation and deception.

The gospel we preach they said, walking in the sandals of peace they claimed, but where they have passed death they left. Those who drank from their cup of knowledge for the civilization of the backwards are dead and others still drunk to their demise.

Feed the hungry the gospel said, but they took the land of the prosperous and created the poor, and to this day taxes and tithes we still pay with our last pennies. They must love the poor, they created so many of them.

Visit the incarcerated the gospel said, but they send the innocent to jail and let the guilty enjoy stollen goods, for they are thieves themselves, not only did they steal the land and all its minerals and its potency to produce, they stole our history divine, our knowledge sacred, our culture very rich, our people and all that made us a people. They made us strangers in our own land.

God has intervened in the affairs of the Black wo/man, and he and his kind will teach the world how to be human again, they will show the world the way of the gospel, for they never had orphans, they feed the hungry, they visited the sick and took care of their elders. They had a sacred relationship with nature and nurtured it, they welcomed strangers into their own houses and ate from the same plate. In all accounts they practiced the gospel. Their own ubuntu hanged them on the cross of the many burdens they have for more than 400 years. Their resurrection is now. Behold those who embody the gospel.

|H.F Swarts|

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 19, 2017

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