Pure Thoughts
Ancestors
We will never experience the persecution of our ancestors, but we can talk about it/
We will never hear the screams from the whip, but we can show sympathy with a bright heart that is lit/
We will never see the sweat on their brow, but we can work harder for a better tomorrow/
We will never have the broken bones they had received in the fields, but we can imagine the things they went through such as the pain and the sorrow/
We cannot wipe their tears, but we can keep their memory alive in a great way/
Because they have passed we can never hug them, but we can love them, appreciate them, and thank them for paving the way for us today/
some laboured for centuries in angola prisons/
in the midst of the catholic church electinga nazi pope/
in the midst of some many a controversy, could it be,that we are taken for granted our sacred earth/
as poor black folks build their houses in toxic dump sites/
hidden by united snakkkes of amerikkka underground/
neva to be found/
victims of centuries of neglect/
and tormented by the wheels of incarnation,
tormented souls came back to collect old debts/
because Amerikkka was where afrikans landed
in the trans atlantic slave trade/
the wrath of our ancestors are up on them,
for reaping centuries and centuries
and profitting on human misery
and suffering/
could be it be that humanity has become more materialistic and less humanistic/
could it be that our lives are worthless to those movers and shakers who has colonized north amerika with brains which are ballistic/
We will never hear the screams from the whip, but we can show sympathy with a bright heart that is lit/
We will never see the sweat on their brow, but we can work harder for a better tomorrow/
We will never have the broken bones they had received in the fields, but we can imagine the things they went through such as the pain and the sorrow/
We cannot wipe their tears, but we can keep their memory alive in a great way/
Because they have passed we can never hug them, but we can love them, appreciate them, and thank them for paving the way for us today/
some laboured for centuries in angola prisons/
in the midst of the catholic church electinga nazi pope/
in the midst of some many a controversy, could it be,that we are taken for granted our sacred earth/
as poor black folks build their houses in toxic dump sites/
hidden by united snakkkes of amerikkka underground/
neva to be found/
victims of centuries of neglect/
and tormented by the wheels of incarnation,
tormented souls came back to collect old debts/
because Amerikkka was where afrikans landed
in the trans atlantic slave trade/
the wrath of our ancestors are up on them,
for reaping centuries and centuries
and profitting on human misery
and suffering/
could be it be that humanity has become more materialistic and less humanistic/
could it be that our lives are worthless to those movers and shakers who has colonized north amerika with brains which are ballistic/
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