If I could resurrect them, how supreme they would be
Speaking of the millions of Africans who died
throughout the atrocity of slavery
For all of the millions tortured
and hung by neck on many a tree
As well as the many who died a watery grave
in the Atlantic ocean chained together by feet
If I could resurrect them,
their faces would hypnotize,
as many would behold
The babies, the children, the women, the men,
the young, and the old
I would grant them a new life,
with longevity and bear their face
Artistically displaying their beauty,
above the sorrow and disgrace
If I could resurrect them,
my hands would mold them a new physical host
Their lost spirits could find a home,
escaping the void of their demise & holocaust
Each creation would hold its own power,
its eyes would focus its reborn intent
A life granted above the natural order,
a heavenly presence spiritually sent
If I could resurrect them,
and tell their story, and voice their name
A portion of their revenge would be granted,
for I am neither weak nor tame
Brought forth in the reflection of a new species,
colorful through my imagination
Their cry would be heard,
their aura would be felt,
above the silence of their annihilation!
   
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