Love Thou Past
Sitting on here ye porch
Reflecting on what were thee past
A terrible and horrifying future was in thou forecast
Thou hast laid a future in which we live
Thou peers say revenge is in progress
But we must see and love thou past and forgive
Blood dripping from thou ancestor’s hand
As thee work hard picking thou cotton from the land
Knees scrapped from thee hard planked board
But ye fellers still looked up in search of thou lord
Cuts and bruises on thee skin
As thou masters sits back with a grin
Don fears the curling whip
When thou master says take off them clothes boy and strip
Don females terrified by their masters lip
Once they art called in thou bedroom and asked to unzip
Hence thee hearts and souls were bruised and weary
Thou still hast to look their children in thee eyes all teary
When thou weren’t punished or art work
They would get out that string and begin to jerk
Jerking that string back and forth thee go
Thee voices of music starts to travel as the wind blow
The ancestors started to sing and thee music just flow
Blues hast then been created and since only grows
Ye hast been upset for years to come
But we must not forget where we are from
Our ancestors hast made it out alive
And one word we must have in us is “drive”
Drive no matter how hard the road gets
Drive no matter what them fellers say
Ye days may be filled with darkness in more then one way
But last time I checked thou sun rises each and every day
Got lots to live for yes we do
Thou ancestors shown us we can make it through
Through thou past we gain knowledge which only grew
We can no longer be called an animal that lives in the zoo
Our revenge is ever so sweet
Because through art intellect and skills is something that cant be beat
So when thou enemy call ye out of thou name stand fast
But to all ye brothers and sisters thou must love our past
© Jeremy Fennell
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