King Of The World Poem by Thabani Khumalo

In this atmospheric sea of acid,
acid in the air and acid in the body
sustain living tissue in an upright posture.

This is the electrical shock that causes
our conductive skeleton to float at the lower back.
It is the pain that shows a man he is alive,
but the spirit of heaven is exempt of the pain.

So a woman shall come forth and be found
among the living people of this generation,
a woman who will feel peaceful at the heart
about the yardstick of her physical maneuvers.
The child she will conceive will be exempt
of the presumably incumbent pain of African nature.
The child will be shielded by the strength of the mother,
there will not be communicated pain at conception
and there will be joyous silence at the baby's birth.

Then the spirit of heaven will anchor on a living body
and living tissue will be able to, once more,
think above the Zionist Christ of the holy Jerusalem.

We are ready to usher in the king of the world...
we are the African children.