The archaeology of my tears
Lay bear, nude and naked in the sun
with it’s legs open-
Exposed for you to see
Broken, fragmented and ripped into pieces
Watery Crystaline tears
Falling…
I feel despair
A quiet despair
Haunted by the dreams of a 400 year old nightmare
I cannot sleep,
I cannot breath,
I cannot see beyond the shadows in the trees
The ancestors cry from their eternal slumber
Awakened by the quiet thunder
Screaming
Will we ever be free?
Lord!
Will-
we-
ever-
be-
Free?