The Forgotten Path
As
it
was
that
in
my
pain
I
felt
the
agony.
Building
up
inside
me
like
a
Jericho
wall
that
refused
to
fall
was
my
misery.
I
forgot
the
names
of
those
who
shot
the
same
people
in
the
struggle
with
me.
It
was
never
discussed
how
we
can
get
focused
through
the
strain
of
the
chain.
The
Abels
of
the
Dutch
people
were
the
evil
spirits
that
murdered
a
Cain.
In
unsettled
homesteads
in
the
wilderness
of
pity
hanging
filthy
attire
on
trees.
Our
women
danced
for
their
men
and
their
women
cooled
our
faces
like
a
morning
breeze.
Through
your
many
outcast
brothers,you
created
a
vessel
that
spread
your
disease.
They
structured
gay
constitution
and
made
prostitution
businesses
out
our
sisters.
Established
churches
to
tutor
slaves
on
the
slave
trade
and
rapist
ministers.
For
long
have
we
endured
the
pain
not
insured
under
the
reign
of
terror.
Blood
has
been
spilled
and
my
fathers
raped
and
killed
trying
to
settle
the
error.
We
are
one
but
not
long
have
I
begun
seeing
black
in
this
bloody
mirror.
Color
is
just
a
craving
of
the
whitewashed
masses.
When
was
it
that
you
forced
Dutch
vocabulary
upon
the
dark
skinned
classes?
And
when
we
rallied
in
the
streets
against
it
you
chose
to
shoot
us.
Now
your
christian
institutions
are
trying
to
brain-
constitute
us.
If
war
was
never
the
motive
we
would've
saved
more
lives.
Now
you've
created
democracy
and
raped
our
wives.
Copyright © Nokturnal Poet Raymond Letsitsa | Year Posted 2014
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