sweet Jesus, bitter vine
blessed savior
poverty and crime.
wonderful suffering
love divine,
pestilence and innocence
all entwined.
worshipers weeping
“set me free,”
Oh precious blood
of bourgeoisie,
children slumbering
in poverty.
meager amenities
i can’t afford,
nerver-the-less
i praise the lord.
how much longer
for your return?
if i wander
will i burn?
aries be the ram
hiding in the bush,
I am, that I am
Oh son of kush
by K. Osei
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