Time
echoes through the wind
Lifting a melancholy whisper
Of time long past.
Notice, the woeful proclamation
Of
claiming humans
To be workers, slaves, property
In a time long past.
Behold, the sorrowful sound
Of
whipping, lashing, auctioning
Of a time long past.
Hark, the mournful noise
Of dogs barking, chasing, hunting
People,
of a time long past.
Time, indeed echoes through the wind
Lifting a wailful whisper
Of a time long past.
Observe,
a conductress Stealthy, cunning, crafty,
Weaving her cargo by the light of an intense star.
Perceive, threading a path
Through unfamiliar land
To
find freedom
In a time long past. |
Note, “The Voice of the Fugitive,”
declaring slavery to be wrong
Backbone for the movement
In a time long past.
See, a doctor
Unraveling the secret of life
In a time long past.
Listen to men and women
Feel their courage, their valor and bravery
As they combine elements into a whole
In a time long past.
Mark, the shifting, the movement from side to side
The continuous linking
As we made our way
From a time long past.
Linking, bonding, chaining, threading
Our way from a difficult past
To a bright and noble future.
Time
continues to echo through the wind
Lifting an encouraging murmur
Of ventures yet to come. |
