Sing me songs of far and beyond
amplifying the diversity in each beat
making my African hips sway
back and forth
or sluggishly
as persuaded by the rhythm.
Sing me the songs that crept and kept
our ancestors working in fields
long hours under harsh elements
undeterred by the pain
embed in their lash scars
laying plainly beneath
their scanty garments.
Sing me the songs of dying pirates
fighting amongst themselves
in the middle of the sea
while balancing
on angry ocean waves
with blood craving blades
unafraid of their foreseen death
the undenied last breath.
Sing me the songs of war and famine
maybe the lyrics will teach me
something about drying
the tears of a mother crying
over the body of her young son
felled over his dialect
through a word
from the same men that
took away his food.
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Thank you for coming.
