Divine faith.Immaculate faith
You know the one
He worked in the bad weather
And only Divine Faith.
Immaculate Faith. Kept him alive
Proving to his bosses that he was
above enslavement and suspicion and death
But at the critical time
He saw the gambling casino den
(Men's eyes are lit with the flame
of easy money straight away like that)
He lost his nerve
And money became his tin pot god
(The scriptures warn men against false
worship but no modern man of them can read)
He lost his faith and now
He's the ornament of the ghetto hoist by
the false petard of his diverse machinizations
There were those you were well connected
(Why don't you simmer down my brother? The strong
world loves you.You're in with the wrong crowd)
They based their flickering faith
on the glitter of the metal god called gold
Far and wide they went spreading the false
religion of diamonds and in the process they
Became the bards of the faith of money
And the further they ventured the more of
Their natural instincted wisdom they lost
In the sleaze they lost their love of humanity
Till one day they found the glittering gold!
And the greed of gold took their faith away!
And the rockfall ended their dreams flat!
To illustrate that the false belief in the things
of the world in a flash also come to pass away
At home she sits even now and where she watches
the action in the street suddenly there comes
The drug dealers in their swanky cars and they're
drag racing and this mama is a poor neighborhood
And the street double as playing grounds but
the Schumachers of the affluent suburbs don't care
How many slum kids they kill and as the car
is about to his this Miss Teen of tomorrow our
sister of the crippled waist down does flies
into the air Praying Mantis Style and away
She runs to safety with the child and she laughs
and laughs when she claims her right to walk
And proves that nothing in the world beats
Divine Faith.Immaculate. Divine. Faith
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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