Exodus

I have scrubbed my soul for a failing to remember 

 

When the bells of reckoning chime

Where will you hide

I’m dancing in the streets 

Lighting candles along the middle passage 

 

We’ll flood a field with light

For our sisters to swim across

It be a beacon 

To the promised land

 

I have visions of bloodlines 

Drifting from the bank shores

Of Atlantic tidal waves

to wreak havoc, the reckoning 

 

When liberation comes 

The bonfires for the fallen 

Will cleanse the land

And I’ll plant a seed for each slain 

 

A forest alight

To celebrate homecoming

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