Shadow of My Soul
Shadow of my soul
Speaks to me in parables
Somewhere from my back
When I turn round to perceive
It was not Jesus Christ
His best enemy it was
Telling me in polite language
‘Go to Nazareth, go now
Follow the star rising in the west
A new king of your stomach is there
Born today that you and your kith
May eat for the future
All that is created today’
Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2020
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