on the road to freedom…

my voice
is
muffled
by
the earth
that
shelters me
so
you may not
always
hear me
but
i am here
beneath
your feet
in
this unmarked grave
once
i walked
above the earth
just
like
you
even
had dreams
foolish dreams
failing
to hear
echos
of
history
those wails
from
the grave
that
freedom
for
those of color
was always
a cry off
so
when
i
demanded
my rights
and
spoke up
saying
enough time
had passed
and
i wanted
my freedom
now
so
one night
my wish
was granted
by
an angry mob
who
discarded me
in this grave
not far
from
that tree
over there
but
you needn’t worry
i’m not
here
alone