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The Fields Of Lineage
The whispers of yesteryear are so near
I hear my ancestors crying for the freedom their soul, a thousand tears
In the bosom of the North star singing such sweet lullabies
Voices in union, their pleads hoping to be heard by the skies
Wading in the water the soothing visions of their Kingdom shall be done
As weary souls, blistered feet continued to march on
The New World just across the ravine, no more linked chains, no more plantation of skin scorching in the sun
Our victory shall be won
To forget the past, one is deemed to relive it
Love, and peace, brings unity
I hear my ancestors crying for the freedom their soul, a thousand tears
In the bosom of the North star singing such sweet lullabies
Voices in union, their pleads hoping to be heard by the skies
Wading in the water the soothing visions of their Kingdom shall be done
As weary souls, blistered feet continued to march on
The New World just across the ravine, no more linked chains, no more plantation of skin scorching in the sun
Our victory shall be won
To forget the past, one is deemed to relive it
Love, and peace, brings unity
Published 2nd Nov 2023
Author's Note
The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit.
Saint Teresa of Avila
Such a beautiful tribute to my French Haitian Creole lineage, it softy deserves a repost
Saint Teresa of Avila
Such a beautiful tribute to my French Haitian Creole lineage, it softy deserves a repost
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