The Ancestor's Call

Now,
where will we go from here
what is left
after all this time,
after all those tears

Who will cry for us now.
for we are like the
chaff from wheat
blowing in the wind

Now... who will allow us solace
In the fertile soil of their heart.
Who will grant us audience...
To listen..
To learn..
To hear..

After all this time...
After all these tears...
After all this bloodshed

Have we sacrificed our essence
in vain...
As an emptiness settles
across The Great Divide
we mourn.
No one calls upon us
No one even remembers
Our names
Now...
who will pour Libations
who will remember us
with offerings,and dance
Have we covered your bloodlines
with protection
In vain
Hear us now...
we speak when you sleep
dont dismiss us as a dream

Your future depends on this.

How will you know where
youre going
If you dont know where
you've been

Who will allow us solace
in the fertile soil
of there heart...

We hope
It is you.