Nov. 9th, 2006
Grave dusted feet
Pound
Rhythms
Pound
History
Into bloodied soil
Made holy with rope on branches
Made sacred with whips on flesh
Can gods follow
Those followers stolen
And become
Revenge
Cry out
Ride bodies spitting spirits
Distilled from cane grown
By hands enslaved
Sweet spirits to sip
Share pleasure, ancestors
Share now
What was denied you in flesh
Freedom found in a grave
Is vengeance found in a curse
Is faith founded on a justice
That has been as elusive as Heaven itself