Bid the Black Christ be Born!

Mary, where is your child? Your Children?
Look up to the sky
count the stars if you can,
the endless stars
Mary, where are your children?
Off in distant lands
So far from home
away from their native land
Oh, Mary, dry your tears.
This bread of adversity wont be long
Look up to the sky
hold your belly
watch the star,
the one we've waited for
all these long years
Oh, Mother of our Black Messiah!

Rev. 12:1,2

Shalam,
Zarach