|Marcus - A Black Man's Prayer|
|Send Thy peace to all this world,|
Lord of nations and of man-
Where blood banners are unfurled.
In their wicked sinful den.
Sin may reign upon the throne,
In man's way of seeing right;
Thou art Lord in truth; alone
Thou canst set all sin to flight.
Black men crushed to earth each day
Raise a voice of pleading now:
Come good Lord we all do pray,
Make the tyrants humbly bow.
For since God is God alone,
And vile man is man for that,
And will not of self atone,
Treat him, Lord, as virus rat.
White is great upon the earth,
Greater than the King of Kings:
This is sin of human birth
That the white man daily sings.
Thou art made to be so white
That no black man has a claim:
Could'st this, God, Be ever right
That you made us ill of fame?
Thou art God in every way,
Caring not for black nor white;
Then, 0 Lord! look down this day,
Turn the will man Lo the right.
|Haile Selassie I|