Together we stand Our dark faces Chin up Solemn eyes Staring. Fearlessly. At the shadows Of our captors
We are the Wandering ones Lingering in The place We once called Home. Oppressed by Hate and fear Forgotten By time Our story destroyed By those who fear it It is up to the Living To tell our tragic tale. To make sure Our story Does not repeat.
We were surrounded by A sea of white Specks of brown And black Gasping for air Drowning We spoke with our Words and they Attacked with Their fists. Black bodies Piled up Drifting on the Blood filled river Ice. cold . water. The everlasting Scent of D e a t h.
Silver tongues Stripped away Freedom And pride They shattered Our future, But also their own. Hearts still beat But broken All the same. Regrets Are not A part of us. The ghosts of 1898 Will stay an eternity Forever. Until. Peace. R E M E M B E R U S .
This poem was based on the true historical events of the 1898 Insurrection. I was disturbed on how the U.S government and the school education system tries to cover this stuff up. I can't believe that I'm learning more black/state history from the internet than from school. I strongly encourage researching this topic, especially if you live in a conservative state or have only been taught about the good parts in American history. Inform and educate others about this stuff too. Sorry for ranting. :)