the
servitude of
the
black children slaves
with
bruised and battered souls
cast
their
thumbprint signature
upon
the
red brick and mortar
that
let these walls speak in tongues
thus
we build
to
shelter our masters

we
witness
the
motion of stars
choreographed
by
the hands of God
which
mimics
the synchronous mating dance of the fire fire

thy soul
what
makes
a suspension bridge
that
whispers
through
a winter's soul

the
scares of war
my friend
shall
ripple
through
your
closed skin
again
but
still
i
cried for
war
to
ride once more
upon
the
peace train

upon
looking
through
the
mirror of time
the
black stallion
witnessed
the
reflection of
the
white unicorn
with
wings galloping
through
the
ghost white clouds

it was almost love
when
i
was thinking about you
who
put this poison
upon
my lips
and
you ripped through
my soul
when
i
was thinking  about you
it was almost love
i
still want your kiss

one earth
one moon
with
eagle feathers
to
make our wings
one horse
to ride
through
the
great grandfather clouds
and
the buffalo plains
one drop of tribal blood
one Cherokee nation
with
eagle feathers
to
let our spiritual voices sing
and
through
the
grace of God
we walk by faith
and
not by sight