People I know
Sing under trees
They follow the aroma
Of sweet honey bees
Gathering on graves
Forgotten black figures
With painful hums and hymns
Haunting sinful flowers
Creating sweet nectar
For tea sipping *******
Plantations engulfed in guilt
Wood and rope up in flames
Smelling of whiskey and ***
From the 1850's to 2020's
Still upright remains
The sentiments they built
Till present children dance's
Internet post gaining fame
For some to laugh at
Others show to shame
New historic beginnings
On the flame licked horizon
Feeding knowledge
Soils deep under feet
Promising seedlings growing
Encouraging brown and black faces
For a Garden's uprising  
At last a brighter
Future song to sing