Here is a spoken word poem about slavery, genocide, and hope by Micah Bournes. Micah is a poet and signer from Southern California. He works mostly with the theme of Justice and how that fits in with theology. This video is very thought provoking and well done. In some places it is difficult to hear, so I took the time to transcribe the lyrics.
On a personal note, the slave fortress where most of this video takes place is one of the places I will visit while in Ghana next semester. It will be interesting to see where fellow humans were bought and sold and to contemplate the reality that we have not changed very much at all. But as Christians we can live renewed lives through faith in Christ.
If divinity were not fiction, I would thank God for evolution. It is a confort to know homosapians are ever increasing in intelligence. Because our history is truly animalistic. But now we recognize how unsophisticated we used to be. In former times like 17th century Gold Coast. As lambs for the slaughter, people were gathered in flocks. Shackled and stocked in cells, awaiting their lives to be bartered for alcohol and weaponry. And after their buyers and sellers negotiated how many bottles of rum were enough to take away their freedom; They were ushered through the door of no return. Hoarded into ships and stacked like boxes of cargo. Because they were cargo. But only the fittest survived. And once they arrived in the new world they were again paraded. And sold like property. Like the animals we once were, But thank God for evolution; because that was 400 years ago. And now we know how unsophisticated we used to be. In former times like 20th century Germany. As lambs for the slaughter, people were gathered in flocks. Shackled and stocked like matches in a box awaiting to be burned. Names exchanged for numbers. And once their digets were up. They were ushered through the door of no return. But thank God for evolution; because that was 7 decades ago. And now we know how unsophisticated we used to be. In former times like, yesterday. Cambodia. Where another girl was abducted and taken to Phnom Penh. Becoming one of the estimated 20 million global sex slaves. As lambs for the slaughter, they are gathered in flocks. Schackled and stocked in brothels, awaiting their lives to be bartered. And after their buyers and sellers negotiate how many dollars will take away their freedom. They are ushered through the door of no return, and abused, like property. Like the animals we used to be? No. We are not evolved people. Whatever we are we have been since the fall of Eden. And our increased intelligence only sophisticates wickedness. Correctly diagnosed by Saint Paul as a race of mad scientists. Inventors of evil things. And if we were evolving, I wouldn’t want to see what demons we would be in the future. But Bonhoeffer said, “Christ is not coming to devils, but to men.” Certainly to men who are sinful, lost, and damned. But still, to men. Let the slaves say, “Amen!” Let the master be shamed. Let the saints proclaim that we are still men. Calling all to repent and become what we already are. Forsaking hopelessness for faith as we anticipate evolution received from God. For the penitent will all be changed. And history will never again repeat its atrocities. For we will have truly evolved. Resurrected from flesh. Corrected to bodies of imortal glory. Therefore my beloved brethren; be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord. Knowing that your labor is not in vain. Thank God for evolution, for we know how unsophisticated we remain today. But today will not remain.