What Do We Do With Our Freedom
Clods of blood,
Backs of sweats,
Echoes of mournings,
Fountains of tears,
Alters of sacrifices
traded for the freedom
we inherit today.
There were days when
our forth parents have to
struggle across the atlantic
ocean oppress by transatlantic
devotion
with ships of slaves on their
shoulders.
Inside the vessels tightly
packed with the blackness of
our skin
the minds that engineer our
cultures
and the fighters of our freedom.
Their burdens were made heavy
like the burden of slaves.
Their feet bleed against the
thorns of inhumanity
yet still they carry their burden
in the boiling sun and in the
dark of night, so that we can
inherit freedom
They gave their backs
to the whips,
their limbs to shackles,
their labor to the fields
then gave their live to the
grave, and all they ask
in return is for our freedom.
Knowing the hardship that
our ancestors undergo so that
we're free,
what do we do with our
freedom?
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