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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