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Array ( [sid] => 119724 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Spirit of a Slave [time] => 2006-05-08 20:58:36 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Spirit of a slave,
Once shunned and outcast by an unappreciative
Murderous society,
Stayed with my people for hundreds of suppressed generations,
only to escape in the hopes of Moses,
and the exodus that occurred in the Bible of a white Jesus,
But still...
They kept their faith.

Treaded in fields with bare feet
aching muscles and an ineffable pain,
not of the physical,
But of their spiritual,
That yearned for freedom in vain
but when they sang,
When my people sang,
Their hope would swing low and gather them in unison,
Together in their own community
Of an inner protection.

So as they prayed,
Unknowingly for a growing revolution,
For a trumpet to call their souls to their homelands,
Where the green trees would bend
and tall grass would grow,
So they could rest,
Without a driver slashing bitterness into their backs,
For the spirit they thought they lacked
but regained as they stole away home.
Home through underground railroads,
home by way of the river,
home with dogs on their heels,
because they knew
heaven held a higher place for their souls.

Now through uncivil wars,
Slavery has ended,
As my predecessors thanked God they were free at last,
While we sit in class,
Not paying attention,
As our teachers preach to us about an endless horizon.
And as my great grandmother used to sing “I Got a Home in Dat Rock”
My cousin sings he had a career in selling rocks,
to buy rocks of diamond and pearl.
But if he or more likely we,
Could only comprehend,
how those slaves spirituals impacted the entire world,
Maybe a new war of civility for our community could begin. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 266 [topic] => 28 [informant] => RealCrystal [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Patriotic )

Spirit of a Slave

Contributed by RealCrystal on Monday, 8th May 2006 @ 08:58:36 PM in AEST
Topic: Patriotic

Spirit of a slave,
Once shunned and outcast by an unappreciative
Murderous society,
Stayed with my people for hundreds of suppressed generations,
only to escape in the hopes of Moses,
and the exodus that occurred in the Bible of a white Jesus,
But still...
They kept their faith.

Treaded in fields with bare feet
aching muscles and an ineffable pain,
not of the physical,
But of their spiritual,
That yearned for freedom in vain
but when they sang,
When my people sang,
Their hope would swing low and gather them in unison,
Together in their own community
Of an inner protection.

So as they prayed,
Unknowingly for a growing revolution,
For a trumpet to call their souls to their homelands,
Where the green trees would bend
and tall grass would grow,
So they could rest,
Without a driver slashing bitterness into their backs,
For the spirit they thought they lacked
but regained as they stole away home.
Home through underground railroads,
home by way of the river,
home with dogs on their heels,
because they knew
heaven held a higher place for their souls.

Now through uncivil wars,
Slavery has ended,
As my predecessors thanked God they were free at last,
While we sit in class,
Not paying attention,
As our teachers preach to us about an endless horizon.
And as my great grandmother used to sing “I Got a Home in Dat Rock”
My cousin sings he had a career in selling rocks,
to buy rocks of diamond and pearl.
But if he or more likely we,
Could only comprehend,
how those slaves spirituals impacted the entire world,
Maybe a new war of civility for our community could begin.

Copyright Â© RealCrystal ... [ 2006-05-08 20:58:36]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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