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The Forgotten Black Man
Into the abyss of the fertile land
my free hands tilled
Onto Mother Nature’s fields my sweat seeped
bowed below the scorching beams of rays my youth enslaved
Scars of remembrance, unbound by chains
Intelligent now befalls unto the
ignorance of wisdom
my free hands tilled
Onto Mother Nature’s fields my sweat seeped
bowed below the scorching beams of rays my youth enslaved
Scars of remembrance, unbound by chains
Intelligent now befalls unto the
ignorance of wisdom
Published 24th Mar 2020
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8th Apr 2020 7:04pm
Speaking for those voiceless spirits of our people of the Mother Continent
Travelling on an involuntary journey across the waters to a foreign land
Leaving their families behind because of those who kidnapped them
Binding them in captivity as hostages against their will
I respect you for doing this my sister
Remembering those who have been forgotten
People who have become ghosts of the past
Many of them having died with their corpses disposed of overboard
Lost to even the footnotes of history
Travelling on an involuntary journey across the waters to a foreign land
Leaving their families behind because of those who kidnapped them
Binding them in captivity as hostages against their will
I respect you for doing this my sister
Remembering those who have been forgotten
People who have become ghosts of the past
Many of them having died with their corpses disposed of overboard
Lost to even the footnotes of history
9th Apr 2020 2:43am
I would gladly speak for the elders of the past, they would be very proud of such pristine words in their remembrance as I, sir, humbled
