From a bang and a ******* hole
They say we arose
Hunched and furry and lacking cognizance
Grunting and glaring obscurely at the simplest of matter
That we are evolved Hominids
What an insult to so high and handsome a species
To the level of our intellect
To the stance of the master of our conception
To the grandeur of the Cherubim in-between which He dwells
To His creative ability

They go on with unabated audacity
To present us with ‘evidence’ of such theory
In an attempt to nullify the Word of His Lordship
Reduce it to but a figment of imaginative minds

They seek to re-establish the beginning
Subject the present to their will
And recourse the direction of the future
With an intent to dethrone The Alpha and Omega

For ages they have spurred violence upon the nations
While their forked tongues spoke for peace
Imposed the segregation of a race by physical demeanor
While their forked tongues spoke for unity
Instituted oppression of peoples
While their forked tongues spoke for liberation
And as they weave their intricate design
To hurl the world into confusion
Tying the loose ends in knots of theories
Which they fabricate basis to support
Then pass off as sense
All that remains is that there is only one truth
The truth that has survived interrogation and trial
And everything else is nonsense

You rise to a clanging gong before the break of dawn
Halfheartedly trying to wipe the daze of sleep from your face
It hasn't been long since you put your head on the dusty ground
You utter a little prayer as you look down at your calloused hands
Maybe today you might not feel the stinging lick of a whip on your back
You heave and labor beneath the scorching sun
And your only drink is the sweat that trickles into your mouth from your brow
So far your prayer was for nothing as the overseer delivers lash after lash
Of his whip to your scar patterned back crying “faster, faster!”
But the weight of the harness on your neck and the chains
On your hands and feet restrict your pace
That doesn't count for much to him whose only joy is to tear your skin
With his favorite toy  
In the nearby estate beneath an old willow
Your sister is hanging naked by a rope
Her shrill screams cut through the tension in the air
And a midst every sickening crack of the whip against her tender skin
You only hear the pained desperation in her cries
But the assembly of slaves forced to watch this barbaric spectacle
Can only but look on at the torture and humiliation of one of their own
Their hands are tied by mental chains that hold them down to nothingness

Black child of the African womb
Once a proud and spirited youth
Who freely roamed over plains and mountains
And sang and danced to drumbeats in festivities around village fires
The brightness of your future shone white in your eyes
Your dark skin glistened in the sun like melted cocoa
Now you've been reduced to a beast of burden
Your spirit broken under a harness and whip
On another land beyond oceans from your motherland
A parched grey is all that remains of your once slick black skin
And a dull red stain of anger and pain now covers your once bright eyes
Freedom is a right you’ve been told is irrelevant to you
But somehow you crave it more than anything
Whenever you’ve tried to reclaim it
You were hunted down like vermin and subjected to unthinkable atrocities
Still you hunger and thirst for a day when the chains will crumble
When the light of dawn will creep up from behind the hills
And find you sleeping peacefully into the morning
When the day will be saturated with a pleasant awakening of senses
From the beautiful song of a bird on a blossoming tree
To the graceful dancing of delicate butterflies over a hissing stream
But for now you are a slave

Deep seated pain that pulls at the strings of the heart
Harrows the mind with grotesque music
Which mimics the voices of a thousand groaning ghosts
Reducing the afflicted one to a silent madness
Lost in thoughts riddled with the images of a life of twisted torture
And eyes staring fixedly into nothing, as it seems, as tears flow freely
To mourn a life that will not pass
Now craving death, could it be the answer?

Back and forth within herself the questions resonate
How will this end? Will an end of this be ever known to me?
And instead of answers she only hears the echoing gong
Of an unsoundly noise so utterly disheartening that
The emptiness of it gnaws into her spirit
Snubbing out whatever light is left to show for any memory of happiness
So that even the fleeting curl of a smile is but a hopeless longing for her face
A paling canvass etched with the likeness of misery

Bone dry and still, ice cold and grey
We lay as they embalm us, wash us and clothe us in white satin
Prepare us for sleep
Deep, dark sleep in a place where no man can wake us

Our loved ones lament our departure
The pangs of grief grip them relentlessly
It seems their pain not only rises from the reality of their loss
But they fear that we know the pain of death even in death
No, it has never been more far fetched
We have fallen asleep, no form of consciousness stirs within us now
When the last breath left all knowledge slipped away
No part of us lingers here to see their mournful faces
Or hear their miserable wailing
We do not know their suffering and cannot quell it in any way
As surely as the living live, they know that they must die someday
But here in death, we know nothing
We only lie in wait now beyond their reach
Even when the earth consumes us
Strips away all we once consisted of and the only remnant is our bones
We sleep in peace, completely unaware

Even so, a day will come when a voice will call our names
And we will hear it and rise from the depths and see light
A new life we will know and live to never sleep again