We come from a time long before they imposed an image of a God sent by pale mission to subvert and levy ransom upon a wise and ancient pilgrimage. 👀
Imagery courtesy of @Kanono_Thabane (t)
Long before the first wanderers of sects fixated upon the imagery of the neck were exed for sacrilege thought and the examination of faith without force.
The civil allure of the African known now only as the Arab, Pharaoh or Moor had long since explored that which they would later rediscover some more.
The history and culture traded among heathens who branded their teachers poor.
They robbed our graves and sold the blood of our young as the cure.
Corrupted scripture crude pictures of the wicked painted as pure. The lure of false idols praised yet still rebuked the house of nobles now heads the sewer.
Yet those who precede the Moors commit to the truest path. Indifferent to the promise of wrath proficient to the shifting currents and swelling tithe.
Much the way the generous rain disobeys her harsh drought, theirs was never a faith riddled with doubt. Numb to merchants fashioned as the noble or devout.
Though as seasons past continue to pass, the adage of Rome bourne to Athen sustains only those drawn to lasting clout. For without a seal, the forsaken disciples remain a sacrificial veal.
Ha e lale Mosotho re ba Ha Moshoeshoe ha rea chaka Mona.
