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What About Us (Reparations)
To heal continental nations
Could never bring back the horrific sorrows unto my skin with monetary reparations
Shall my mind turn away from the greed of man
Who dipped their shovels within our sacred land
Paid us no wages for labor to dig for their gold, diamonds with our bare hands
Raped the minerals from under our feet where we stand
We were the Kings and Queens of the Motherland, our knees prayed on the bed of sand
Our eyes have seen the atrocities carried out by man’s plans
Once upon a time our water poured from the great Spring to drink
Civil unrest, outcries, pollution of noise, barren to the mind to simply think
There is peace if you dare not blink
Apartheid driven land riddled with blood stains entrenched the soil
No vegetation to stimulate crop growth, as bodies everyday harvest s they duress takes it toil
Your media exploit our kids with crying eyes
Starvation and pestilence, propaganda soliciting money for the image of mud faces, and face covered in flies
We are the North settlers where our feet and the strips have carried our soul
Our weary feet seek out new frontiers as our hearts rest to console
Could voices cry for me who have not felt the stings of my struggles, tell me to forge on
Hatred, bigotry, promotes a dreadful tongue when the mind refuses to atone
Souls are tired of disuniting, racial disparity can we all get along universal song
You do your part and just love yourself
It radiates, it spread, it comforts where you may share in its comfort at best
This is a vast world of a beautiful rainbow
I say that when I give merit to my lineage through my views as my intellectual juices softly flows
My presence has encountered so many variations of hues around the world
Surrounding myself with the peace and love, as wicked unfurls
Could never bring back the horrific sorrows unto my skin with monetary reparations
Shall my mind turn away from the greed of man
Who dipped their shovels within our sacred land
Paid us no wages for labor to dig for their gold, diamonds with our bare hands
Raped the minerals from under our feet where we stand
We were the Kings and Queens of the Motherland, our knees prayed on the bed of sand
Our eyes have seen the atrocities carried out by man’s plans
Once upon a time our water poured from the great Spring to drink
Civil unrest, outcries, pollution of noise, barren to the mind to simply think
There is peace if you dare not blink
Apartheid driven land riddled with blood stains entrenched the soil
No vegetation to stimulate crop growth, as bodies everyday harvest s they duress takes it toil
Your media exploit our kids with crying eyes
Starvation and pestilence, propaganda soliciting money for the image of mud faces, and face covered in flies
We are the North settlers where our feet and the strips have carried our soul
Our weary feet seek out new frontiers as our hearts rest to console
Could voices cry for me who have not felt the stings of my struggles, tell me to forge on
Hatred, bigotry, promotes a dreadful tongue when the mind refuses to atone
Souls are tired of disuniting, racial disparity can we all get along universal song
You do your part and just love yourself
It radiates, it spread, it comforts where you may share in its comfort at best
This is a vast world of a beautiful rainbow
I say that when I give merit to my lineage through my views as my intellectual juices softly flows
My presence has encountered so many variations of hues around the world
Surrounding myself with the peace and love, as wicked unfurls
Published 27th Apr 2023
Author's Note
Little History Lesson
The government didn’t keep its promise of 40 acres and a mule. Following President Abraham Lincoln's assassination on April 15, 1865, President Andrew Johnson rescinded Field Order 15 and returned to Confederate owners the 400,000 acres of land— “a strip of coastline stretching from Charleston, South Carolina to the St. John’s River in Florida, including Georgia’s Sea Islands and the mainland 30 miles in from the coast.”
(https://www.history.com/news/40-acres-mule-promise)
The government didn’t keep its promise of 40 acres and a mule. Following President Abraham Lincoln's assassination on April 15, 1865, President Andrew Johnson rescinded Field Order 15 and returned to Confederate owners the 400,000 acres of land— “a strip of coastline stretching from Charleston, South Carolina to the St. John’s River in Florida, including Georgia’s Sea Islands and the mainland 30 miles in from the coast.”
(https://www.history.com/news/40-acres-mule-promise)
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27th Apr 2023 2:32am
yes love the way you spilled the truth to so many readers--- this my friend is not a lie President Andrew Johnson was a family member on my grandmother's side her name was Adie Johnson before marring my grandfather Mashal Mongold
27th Apr 2023 2:47am
You have mentioned such an historical fact to me, I thought you were once discussing writing a historical book on German lineage of your family and how President Andrew Johnson fits into your family tree.
In addition, and on a humbly sentiment, thank you for reading and the heartfelt and informative comment.
I wrote this peace, due in fact, I was watching the News just the other day and they were speaking about reparations, and this poem was birth as to ask, "What About Us?"
Enjoy your evening and have a meaningful Thursday.
In addition, and on a humbly sentiment, thank you for reading and the heartfelt and informative comment.
I wrote this peace, due in fact, I was watching the News just the other day and they were speaking about reparations, and this poem was birth as to ask, "What About Us?"
Enjoy your evening and have a meaningful Thursday.
27th Apr 2023 2:54am
thank you for your comment and read
as far as it goes I never ask about my family history and do not have access to some records that have been lost over the years
and enjoy your evening
as far as it goes I never ask about my family history and do not have access to some records that have been lost over the years
and enjoy your evening
27th Apr 2023 3:12am
You are humbly welcome, my friend, I am sure when you do make the time to bring those fascinating facts to the forefront it will be a magnificent story to read.
27th Apr 2023 3:47am
