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.
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