BLACK SKY.

And the light shineth in darkness,

And the darkness comprehended it,

Over and over again,

The sky is black.

Illuminating the Old wives’ tale,

About the trajectory from slavery,

To emancipating freedom,

Under a black sky.

It came at a cost,

With radical regime changes,

Uprisings bringing out the beast in us,

The sky was black.

We were not afraid to fight,

For our freedom and liberty,

The heavenly host marched with us,

From the black sky.

With a wave of struggles,

Victory only came through emancipation,

We sang the independence song,

To the black sky.

We sang the Lord a new song,

A song of praise to our God,

A joyful noise to the rock of our salvation,

Under the black sky.

But were we free?

Did we emancipate ourselves?

From internal slavery?

The sky is still black.

Has anything changed?

Sorrows, tears, & blood,

To the old rugged cross, I cling,

The sky is black.

Written by Winsala Gbotemi.

 Originally published on winsalamuses.com.ng July 9th, 2020.

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