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Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it

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  1. Date: 11/1/2012 11:07:00 AM
    Just a good rethinking came my way after reading your wonderful words, thanks so much, Blessings to you,Carl

  1. Date: 10/17/2012 2:20:00 PM
    rereading this one and hoping to see you post some new poems soon!! Have a good day,my friend.

  1. Date: 10/4/2012 1:59:00 PM
    this must be partly about that woman. I think they called her Grandma Moses? Harriet Tubman, right? I watched the movie about all the slaves she helped into Canada. It's a very touching portrayal of her life given in that movie! Great poem!

  1. Date: 9/14/2012 7:52:00 PM
    Wow excellent poetry

  1. Date: 8/19/2012 8:50:00 AM
    A stark time and yet so hopeful for the future. Eloquently penned...

  1. Date: 8/19/2012 4:25:00 AM
    Humble I really like this..David

  1. Date: 8/18/2012 8:42:00 PM
    Beautiful versing...I love and appreciate its truth...Really good writing. Cynthia I must remember to post my poem "The Fishing Hole" which speaks of a forgotten time. Peace and Love to you.

  1. Date: 8/17/2012 9:39:00 PM
    Excellent write Humble, very touching, making this the last poem I read tonight, I would like it to linger on my mind, blessings, Vie.