Thursday, November 12, 2015

a poem by Omoteji Adeyemon: Saviour

Chris was white this morning
when I went to church
to hear the good news of
his coming and
the resurrection of my soul
Christ was white this morning
and displayed up high
then they came and burnt the church down
now Christ is black,
with a crown of charcoal thorns
now Christ is black
like me
and lying on the ground