A CHRIST by S. A. David

Category: narrative epic, ode.

Sons of Israel waited in vain
Great prophets prophesied with prediction, pressure and pain
Prophets who waited hopefully but all died
The next generation hopelessly thought they lied
The maker of the universe promised
The good people of the multiverse believed
The maker’s enemies threw all their darts
But the darts were nullified by the maker’s arts
He wanted haemoglobin not stained with iniquity
He wanted a seed from a lady unfilthy
Some virtuous lady with a beautiful white virginity
And by her righteous search she found a bitter pretty
And by her active force she made her heavy
He found no other woman worthy from Hebrew’s bevy

The pretty virgin’s spouse grew angry
For his loins had not permitted her to be heavy
But the maker’s messenger calm’d Mary’s Joseph
And he accepted the Hebrew Mary for himself
Seasons met and the Mary met ’beth
And the zygotes danced for joy and waited for their birth
At last the prophets’ prophecies came to materialize
The good people’s belief certainly came to realize

The baby awaited was finally born
The mawlawks in the planet blar’d their horns
He laid in a wretched manger
But for him was commanded a messenger
A messenger not worthy to enter his sandals
A messenger who brought to proud ears scandals
A tripod stand of Sophia brought him presents
And worshipped him in their own accents

He was immersed by John, Baptist
He was commissioned by Yah’s holy spirit
He was transported into the wilderness
Where he was to show his very faithfulness
The sawtawn asked him to turn rocks, meat
But he chose to honor only Weh’s seat
The satanas pressur’d him to from a cliff jump down
Again he refus’d to make shechinah frown
The vipers asked for worship
This time he prov’d himself more than a sheep

He went round the world teaching
He went round the globe healing
He sailed around the seas feeding
He moved in the planet blessing
He drove out with his words demons
He broke stone heart with his sermons
He gave to blind men sight
He gave to the paralyzed strength

He made for himself disciples
Disciples who wrote fine epistles
He left behind many parables
Which taught more than fables
He shone like the sun
To Peter it was great fun
He rode into Salem with an ass
And the people honored and allowed him pass

He had his supper with one plus eleven
That night for him was alert the heaven
His own sold him for thirty pieces of silver
His life worth more than a life-giving river
He almost wanted the job his way
But he finally gave in to Yah’s say
He was betrayed with a kiss
He was not allowed to even hiss
Because of his traitor’s deceitful lips
He was beaten with heavy whips
He was impaled on a stake
His body left to painfully fade
He came from a black virgin’s womb
In three days he broke open the tomb

Because in eons of history
Kings and winners publish history
Fiction was transfigured into history
And we thus lost true history
And we now intercede to a false history
To disclose to us our true history
What a delusion in history!