Story My Father Told Me

By the flowing milk of the words We were sold into slavery and hardship. Our voices ceased and our mouth closed . My people where after what they could get And unprepared we follow, forgetting our barns, Our hearts were locked in a cupboard of hatred. They took us long in the west, south and north wounded the lilies of our pride in the forest. there we worked in their plantations and factories With a rumbling, harsh stomach yet we worked. Our lands were taken and we could not come Home again, some died and some gone. We fought for freedom under the half of a yellow sun which their air were locked in our face. But their air were against us strangers Their soils seized our legs from functioning. We never win until the call of freedom sounded which brought about our freedom and peace.