The Miraculous Child

By JW Kuir Dut

Prophesies at the age
To be born with an iron rod
Divinity was to be his might
Pregnancy in two decades
Accompanying pains and sorrow

His birth was cemented by blood of his father
United the blood shedding families
Prove ignorance to his mother
The fulfillment of the prophesies
Blessed by God, honored by spirits, respected by men

The conqueror of the conquerors
Shelter of the black
The only eye of the world
Looking as the source of the blessed
The Black-man messiah


Oh, father resting in peace
Even if I didn’t see your face
I will fulfill the prophesies and your vision
Cry no more mother
I am the miraculous child

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