VOICE OF THE ANCESTORS

. In the dooms of night, Scars and wound has been closed, Experiences in darkness of fogs, And walls sleek in rough edges. . Under the tree where i seek peace, Pulled by my dreads beyond my resting wheels, Legs in shackles and hands in claws, My name you couldn't opine, Sensed you were down and so was I, But in spheres of record, Badge of shame you worn. . In the booms of today's morning, Voices of Ancestors opine to us in words profound, "Turn foes to friends" They say! Memory of slavery's claws brought to us, Elite our freedom to space. . In purgatory and hell we've survived, Experiences in fogs toughned our will. In the wake of today, Join at the meeting ground, Deal with others with love, Get off from roads of indifference, Rekindle the fire and save your race. . > The ancestors remind us, despite the history of pain, we are a going-on people who will rise again. . THOMAS OLUWATOSIN TEE-THOMAS (Fearless Lines)