Whispers To The Conductors Of The Underground Railroad

Can I sit here and talk among the moon from the other side of eternity as I can still hear your tearful ancestors bemoans    
In the past your gaze down from the future asking for me to atone  
Many races during slavery dodged bricks and stones    
Did it ever occur to you some of us in history held you down    
Shh... to the many darken faces was the only communication of sound    
   
We provided the escape routes when your blistered feet became tired, uncertainty in your traveling just to escape the whippings then to be lynched    
Gave unto exhausted masses, food, shelter, and water when mouths needed quenched    
Never to hinder as your cavalry in quietude followed that North star    
Knowing in vain one day we will smile in reverence to tell the world you have come so far    
   
My smooth ivory privileged skin, understood your plight in the midst of such hatred times    
Knowing you traveled so wide and steep mountains you must continue to climb    
I am your history and I request our voices in death to be blessed as we now lay in eternal rest    
We are some of the Abolitionists found along the Underground Railroad and we need to be heard    
In secrecy and without imminent fear we gave you the wings in the calling of night to soar from captivity as a free bird    
   
From Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York, where we accepted you in North Canada, we welcomed you in your transition    
The journey to taste your tears in rejoice become our unselfish dedication from your lengthen expedition    
I cradled your young ones when learning to trust the appearance of my pale face    
Comforting you in your efforts, soothing countless souls now waiting in a safe place    
We saw you as humans to assist the celebration of your race    
Harriet Tubman, with admiration and respect we have touched the hem of her garment in grace    
To the Liberty Bell and stories from the grave somehow time has forgotten to tell  
    
Let those who in the past, who opened arms, homes in segregation for bodies on the pilgrimage to be free    
May the footsteps of your surviving generation always uprise and hold a sacred bond between my lineage and me    
From the blood of the lamb be blessed may your children’s dreams they always shall see    
Sunrise and thankfulness whispered in your ear    
When you forget to believe may spiritual blessings always befall on your homes as the universe will hear    
   
In homage and admiration for your ancestors who helped the darker hues through adversity to this day from my heart to yours    
May the sound of my appreciation breeze over your headstones and love in remembrance always to pour    
A toast to the past to recompense as your souls the Lord, He shall always keep    
Under the moon and by the Creator’s designs may you all rest now in peace    
   
   
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