\"The Ghost Of Time\"

Taken from the mother land
By force and violence
The cry and tears filled the atmosphere
Sadness fell in the hands of fear
In the Heart of the Sea, men and women were branded
Branded with the mark of evil
They became property - no longer the people they used to be
No sun shined that day, in the land of the free
When they landed - to the slave masters they were handed
They worked the fields, as the master’s wealth expanded
Yet in their mind, the seed of slavery was planted
They fought many battles, yet, freedom has never been granted
To their oppressors, their response was remarkably candid
In the strange land, their mother’s song kept them strong
Strong to survived the ghost of time
A gentle rhyme, so sublime
Of lost history buried like treasures in the sand
Ghost of their ancestors still roam the land
From Ethiopia to Wales - poets are reciting the tale of tales