A blind black man with dreads that flowed like honey to the small of his back.
A man that many feared, revered, hated and equally loved.
He preached his words by day and brought salvation by night.
“I bring the goodnews my brothers and sisters. Fear not your blackness. The kingdom of God belongs to you black child.”
Heathen. They said.
Heathen! They cried. Tittering quietly to themselves as he passed in the streets.
Savior, others praised; falling to their feet in weeping as he laid healing hands on the sick.
“I’m just passing through” he would say, “blessings be upon you, child of black God.”
Revolutionary dread, his hair so long it flowed, “like Sampson!” the ladies sighed. Awed by his beauty, his peace and his strength.
The elders fought,
“on what grounds?”
“he is black!”
“tonight. he feasts with the darkies, his last supper…” and there the plot was concocted.
Black Jesus. Revolutionary dread. Tried and sentenced and judged. Naked and chained he was dragged into court, dirty, dusty and bedraggled.
Tied to the pillars that held the structure together.
Revolutionary dread, with honey comb hair looked into the heavens and began to hum a hymn.
“Black God will save me with his grace
Black God was kind to show me his face
Black God to whom I will return
Black God to whom I will return”
The pillars trembled and Revolutionary dread whipped his hair and it grew longer. Pushing those pillars down and they began to crumble.
Thousands of men came to try and stop him but revolutionary and his hair held them back. The effort causing drivels of sweat to course down the matted hair of his chest and down his lean form to his hips where they strayed further.
Revolutionary Dread killed them all,
his last words
“Black God lives on”
Echoed into the future and into the distance.
The dread became a legend; we remember him and his message today. BLACK GOD LIVES ON
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