YOUR ROOTS

 

Some day soon I presume, I’ll pack up these bags and return home
To the land of my forefather’s father and the land of my Great grandmother’s mother

The land where diamonds are born, where Kings & Queens draped with endless golds are adorn

But wait, before I continue with exaltation, allow be to start from the beginning with more elaboration

All of creation, civilization, education, industrialization, & God fearing relations began in that one sovereign nation

A land where diversity is king but “we are one” is the anthem that we forever will sing

Where the turquoise waters meet the deeply rooted light brown sand

Cheers to the peace I once knew before all the bloodshed, poverty, and corruption marked this great land

To the victors, the future of history is given and therefore written. But what about the losers, what about those who died trying to preserve their roots.

You can deny this bloodline all you want but the fact that you can’t see that in which you resemble, holds these truths to be self evident

Like a tree, you can chop it down until it’s no longer visible but the hardest parts to get rid of & will always remain are it’s roots

– L.F. SIAFA