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The remains of our ancestors exist as dust.
Dust that covers Afrika
Dust that makes up her deserts and in these deserts the anger of the ancestors climax to form dust storms
Storms that become the sperm that fertilizes the atmosphere which gives birth to a hurricane
Through the ancestors' dry, barren land brings forth immeasurable rain
Through nature the ancestors manifest their pain
The parturition of a tropical cyclone commences the ancestors revisiting the Middle Passage and those ancestors who found death at the ocean's floor do not remain placid
They too join to further strengthen the storm as it takes on a more stable cyclical form
Their tears become violent explosions of rain
Their cries and screams become winds that can not be tamed
Through nature the ancestors manifest their pain
Through nature the ancestors manifest their pain
The ancestors that impregnated the atmosphere joined by those who had a watery grave reunite on land with those who became and lived as slaves
Destruction is what takes place for the injustices that destroyed our race
Through nature the ancestors manifest their pain
Through nature the ancestors manifest their pain
Systems built upon the spilling of blood can never symbolically represent a dove
Therefore hurricanes can not show lands westerly any mercy or love
Through the ancestors dry, barren land brings forth immeasurable rain
Through nature the ancestors manifest their pain
Their tears become violent explosions of rain
Their cries and screams become winds that can not be tamed
There is peace in a hurricane’s eye
There the ancestors pour libations for the descendants of the Afrikan line
At the center the past and present become entwined
Above the eye ancestors dance in accordance to time
Below counterclockwise movement is what you will find
The ancestors' tears become violent explosions of rain
Their cries and screams become winds that can not be tamed
Drums are mistaken for thunder
Cacophonous beats to awaken those who still slumber
Lightening strikes in remembrance of babies ripped from their mother’s womb
Mothers who were given the Atlantic Ocean as their tomb
Lightening strikes in remembrance of those that died in the arms of slavery
For their unquestioned bravery
Lightening strikes
Thunder is heard
The land must be purged
Tears become violent explosions of rain for the purpose of purification
Cries and screams become winds used to wipe out any contamination
The remains of our ancestors exist as dust.
Dust that covers Afrika
Dust that makes up her deserts and in these deserts the anger of the ancestors climax to form dust storms
Storms that become the sperm that fertilizes the atmosphere which gives birth to a hurricane
Through the ancestors' dry, barren land brings forth immeasurable rain
Through nature the ancestors manifest their pain
For the ancestors a hurricane is a catharsis.
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