Monday, September 26, 2016

The wandering Jews of Africa




From Alexandria

to Cyrene, to Carthage

We wandered

down to the Sahara

among the descendants of Ham

to Ghana, to Mali, to Timbuktu

We attempted to make a home

a place of our own

but the old jealousy and hate

would not abandon us

it perused us, it was relentless

unable to die

in every generation it seems to grow stronger

till the wars of Africa came

First the Portuguese, then the Spaniards,

the British with the Ashanti

to part us from our lands

they all were strengthen by the hands of

the sons of Ham and Ishmael

Stuffed in the bottom of cargo slave-ships

Only to emerge 500 years later in a strange land

to proclaim His holy name

in the Hebrew tongue:

Yahawah, our power

in Christ the Lord

Nothing they can do, can stop us

We are unstoppable

We are the children of God,

of the Day,

of the Light

Shalam,
Zarach

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