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A Spiritual Pilgrimage (Purple Candle)
Close your eyes and slowly inhale the touch of the wind
It speaks of old Negro tales the ear refuses to lend
Sacred whispers of the Middle passage as ships on troubled waters braved
Christened by the dark depth as weary souls wade
Captives of past generations residing in cramped living quarters on a journey to a new frontier
Only to fall prey to savagery, more brutal than killing the buffalo and hunting the deer
Shh… can you hear the echoes give us freedom as it bemoans
Hope and prayers in the hymn of its unified songs
Listen carefully to the swaying of the trees
Can you feel the wraith of death funneling in the depth of the dark seas
That triangle trade governed by water the flow taken its retribution upon humanity's lands
God giveth, the rushing streams eradicating mementos back out to sea from the Hebrew man denied of their contributive hands
Sinking, drowning civilization in its wicked path
Tears in remembrance, bodies jettisoned over the ship in an internal bath
Unto the hands who altered the destiny of my existence, souls lost in a murky grave
I atone, for the steps now I must pave
Plantation weary bones that gave me the umbilical cord passed down to me
Tribes filled with the descendants of Kings and Queens
We didn’t need the American dream
Our beautiful hues bathed in the synergy of spiritual truth
Footsteps in union, love and honor sought in the intellectual pursuit
Our hands tilled the soil to bring to surface the kindred sentiments of our labor
In its abundance we shared and in the presence of barren land we never wavered
The strands of our hair, was the assure of our divine wealth
The spices in the sway of our hips, a softened comfort to a warrior's heart, he felt, made his eyes melt
Such beautiful language from the dialect of our tongues
Vast acreage to nurture stretched beyond the horizon of the sun
The universal was our stairs to the Heavens, the vows in our blood to be rebirthed absence of forlorn
Rare amulets upon our necks adorned
Giving unto the stars the loins to be fruitful and multiply of a male first born
Peace, harmony as we roamed among the beasts
Only taking in humbled blessing as we dined on their coats of honors as rotisserie flavored meat
Giving back to the planet with seeds to sow in homage to their feast
We hunted by day, prayed for deliverance at night
Not suffering mental instability
Rewards given unto us soaring with reverence of our earthly flights
Copyright©SKC-2023
It speaks of old Negro tales the ear refuses to lend
Sacred whispers of the Middle passage as ships on troubled waters braved
Christened by the dark depth as weary souls wade
Captives of past generations residing in cramped living quarters on a journey to a new frontier
Only to fall prey to savagery, more brutal than killing the buffalo and hunting the deer
Shh… can you hear the echoes give us freedom as it bemoans
Hope and prayers in the hymn of its unified songs
Listen carefully to the swaying of the trees
Can you feel the wraith of death funneling in the depth of the dark seas
That triangle trade governed by water the flow taken its retribution upon humanity's lands
God giveth, the rushing streams eradicating mementos back out to sea from the Hebrew man denied of their contributive hands
Sinking, drowning civilization in its wicked path
Tears in remembrance, bodies jettisoned over the ship in an internal bath
Unto the hands who altered the destiny of my existence, souls lost in a murky grave
I atone, for the steps now I must pave
Plantation weary bones that gave me the umbilical cord passed down to me
Tribes filled with the descendants of Kings and Queens
We didn’t need the American dream
Our beautiful hues bathed in the synergy of spiritual truth
Footsteps in union, love and honor sought in the intellectual pursuit
Our hands tilled the soil to bring to surface the kindred sentiments of our labor
In its abundance we shared and in the presence of barren land we never wavered
The strands of our hair, was the assure of our divine wealth
The spices in the sway of our hips, a softened comfort to a warrior's heart, he felt, made his eyes melt
Such beautiful language from the dialect of our tongues
Vast acreage to nurture stretched beyond the horizon of the sun
The universal was our stairs to the Heavens, the vows in our blood to be rebirthed absence of forlorn
Rare amulets upon our necks adorned
Giving unto the stars the loins to be fruitful and multiply of a male first born
Peace, harmony as we roamed among the beasts
Only taking in humbled blessing as we dined on their coats of honors as rotisserie flavored meat
Giving back to the planet with seeds to sow in homage to their feast
We hunted by day, prayed for deliverance at night
Not suffering mental instability
Rewards given unto us soaring with reverence of our earthly flights
Copyright©SKC-2023
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