Forgotten

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life

Hymns sung from the lips of stangers, Sweat forms like rain drops beaten on the brow of men with nothing left to give. Hands bruised and calloused with grit and stained with blood from the pricks of cotton grown in fresh fields, and he has forgotten who he was and she can't remember who she is. Old memories lost in the sound of the wind as the whip crackles into black flesh staining the skin with permenant marks of pink rotting flesh untreated and maimed beyond recognition, with the clacking sounds of chains poisoning the ears of kings and queens and they have forgotten who they are and they know nothing of their land and the ears of of the mighty have been decieved with sad hymns of slaves beaten down with chains of evil men stripping them of courage and replacing them with fear. Scattered cloth in the wind is their heritage and they shall never know the truth And forever be cursed amoung the people. And their names have been stolen from them by thieves in the night and replaced with cattle, property, boy, , and their skin has been beaten like congo drums not by bare hand but by whips and nooses that hang from trees boasting the amount of blood that has been spilled onto its deep roots. If only they could remember who they once were, but they have been lost and the memories of them have been left behind in oceans too deep to remember old paths of young men. The sound of her native tongue has become so distant that even the clouds cannot remember it's beautiful echoes. With each syllable rolling off of the top of her lips like forbidden fruit. And they have forgotten the sweet taste of freedom, while the sun beats on their back like heavy cinder block. Being lynched between the trees that they were forced to plant water and grow. And they have forgotten because they have been forced to forget, and only remember fear tongues cut out limbs cut off. The screams and blood of the land fall upon deaf ears shivering in the dead limbs of fore fathers praying for the return of their dead sons and daughters but they are not the same, and they have forgotten who they once were.