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Living On Titanic Land
I’m the son of a slave, living in ancient Greece of modern day I was born in a city-state: Detroit, South Carolina Iron oar delivery through the transactional Middle Passage way That’s how I came to be living on Titanic land Daddy said we were shipwrecked, but then got skin deed rescued by a perpetuity chain Calloused soles planted in a cotton field, making gin rummy money from the finest sugar cane Leather tip misery whip lazy bones attitude into beast of burden shape That’s how I came to be working on Titanic land Mama said we were given no rest, each generation more labor weary than the last Sold at the auction block — families torn apart, heritage erased iceberg fast Melted hope ... weep wavy, sunken freedom ~ Death was the only sure escape That’s how I came to be buried alive on Titanic land Told my daughter to tell her yet-to-be born child, that we were idolatry bound, cast away into a sea of pain When that ghost ship came to a Titanic halt; profit wails heard from ashore, cries of a Devil’s bargain No fetter mystery — in the land of inequality, democracy is our new captivity That’s how we came to be covered by Teutonic sand on Titanic land
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