Song for the old ones

作者: Hurmola | 来源:发表于2019-08-11 10:57 被阅读53次

    My Fathers sit on benches

    their flesh counts every plank

    the slats leave dents of darkness

    deep in their withered flanks.

    They nod like broken candles

    all waxed and burnt profound

    they say 'It's understanding

    that makes the world go round.'

    There in those pleated faces

    I see the auction block

    the chains and slavery's coffles

    the whip and lash and stock.

    My Fathers speak in voices

    that shred my fact and sound

    they say 'It's our submission

    that makes the world go round.'

    They used the finest cunning

    their naked wits and wiles

    the lowly Uncle Tomming

    and Aunt Jemima's smiles.

    They've laughed to shield their crying

    then shuffled through their dreams

    and stepped 'n' fetched a country

    to write the blues with screams.

    I understand their meaning

    it could and did derive

    from living on the edge of death

    They kept my race alive.

    Maya Angelou

    Song for the old ones

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