Our Suffering Bond
Flaxen fear chains the children to the past,
guilty conscience whips the back of their mind
Astral transference of mirrored souls —
the fathers become the sons
Walk in their parent’s shoes,
the same choices
the children say they wouldn’t choose
Different decisions made,
lesser debts of regret to be paid
Our suffering bond ...
we’re all connected at the navel
The fathers who gave the slave punishment,
their children felt the boomerang blow
The mothers who gave their bastard seed
an adopted color
under the master’s name
Their maternal selfless deed
was comforted by
compassionate tears of imitation shame
The fathers who received the grave reward,
their children cut the separating color umbilical cord
Acknowledging our suffering bond ...
we’re all connected to the roots in the ground
Death’s gon take us all to the same place,
the worms gon consume everyone’s face
Our buried bones all be white,
darkness of the earth be the same black
We all gon be the same color as the Light,
those blessed souls who first come back
Our suffering bond is gonna separate
at the second revival of those who love to hate
Who’s your father,
and what's the inheritance of your son?
This all will be determined
once the suffering bond is judgment agreed upon
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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