The Slave Trade Never Ended

I woke up this morning at a quarter to three and went outside to pray a prayer for thee My heart was light and my Spirit felt free as I walked optimistically down nostalgic street The cool morning sprang from the residue of hope And penetrate my lips with a heavenly kiss Faith kept me strong and long marching courageously around the petrified land I peeped at the morning sky resting heavily upon us with patches of white clouds saturated in deep blue running in the dark and shouting out loud Bright stars swept quietly over the sky as dawn crashes down and subdued the murderers cry. Morning is smiling upon me as I wait patiently for the grand Jubilee when everyone will be free from the heartache and misery I walked along the silent street thinking about heaven on earth and how to solve the acute mystery that has humiliated me throughout the centuries The empty streets greeted me with glee while everyone tucked away quietly in their bed with pillows pressing on top of their bleeding heads Two cars passed me along the tranquil way looking for the early morning preys that went astray I stumbled down the intersection in an unspoken rhythm and as I was about to cross the road "Holy Holy Holy" came shouting up down the street I went in the bushes and kneel down in-front of a tree and sing the words of this hymn "Holy Holy Holy" quietly Suddenly I heard a rumbling in the bush It sounded like I a big deer foot accompanied by a bleating sound I wasn't afraid because a powerful presence is always around I rose up and shine my flash light in the bush but the sound subsides and there was no trace of life inside I stood there for a while and the shaking and rambling continues Forcing me to look carefully around but nothing was brewing on the shore I crossed the street and went over to the other side to get some peace of mind I knelt down behind the wall and tried to pray but I struggle to get the word out An oppressive spirit was wandering and flirting about intruding in my privacy and suffocatin His will The distraction floated around and cars began to speed up and down disturbing the angels around me and strangling the message they had for me Suddenly an unseen voice spoke out loudly "As I rise up the whole neighborhood rise up as villain on call I couldn't pray, I couldn't sing, so I had to listen to the silent voice within It is Sunday morning for heaven sake what is everyone doing up so late patrolling and disrupting my formidable faith The turkey has settled the score in their sour guts and the liquor is still raging havoc in their fragile head lashing out at everyone who dear to confront them without warning psalms twenty seven start speaking dragging the oppressive spirit off the tree back to its home in the middle of the sea I whispered a short prayer thanking the master for answering my prayer And at last the Angels start to sing "I serve a risen savior he is in the world today" I sang along with them and I could finally hear what the master has to say His anointing is upon you the way is clear and you have nothing to fear Heaven will watch over you and no harm shall come to you I continue to sing the Angel song and returned home with full hands I felt a strong power upon me and at last I could pursue my destiny But just as I thought everything was over something else came rolling over When I turned the corner to go to my house another voice spoke out "The slave trade never ended". What is this all about?