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Creed By Stanley Moss

December 31, 2006|Stanley Moss

I salute a word, I stand up and give it my chair,

because this one Zulu word, ubuntu,

holds what English takes seven to say:

"the essential dignity of every human being."

I give my hand to ubuntu --

the simple, everyday South African word

for the English mouthful.

I do not know the black Jerusalems of Africa,

or how to dance its sacred dances,

I cannot play Christ's two commandments on the drums:

"Love God" and "Love thy neighbor as thyself."

I do not believe the spirits of the dead

are closer to God than the living,

nor do I take to my heart

the Christlike word ubuntu

that teaches reconciliation

of murderers, torturers, accomplices,

with victims still living.

It is not blood but ubuntu

that is the manure of freedom.

From "New and Selected Poems: 2006"

(Seven Stories Press: 248 pp., $18.95)

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