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Sacred Burial Grounds the Untold Stories
Sacred Burial Ground
Another Sacred Burial Ground has been found; we must not let others play around with the memories of the Ancestors, with their pettiness, with their jealousy, with their “It Doesn’t Matter Now Attitudes”…
The Bones kept appearing from beneath the surface, showing themselves in Fragments.
A leg bone here, an arm bone there, pieces of a hidden history everywhere.
A Lost part of a nation within this within nation.
Separated from its Past, Unknown to the descendants of its Future.
Old Dry Bones stirring in their graves, not all of them were slaves.
The History Books have to be changed in order to stop their pain and tell their stories.
This Burial Ground is Holy Ground, those spirits yearn to be free and seek their true place in history.
We, as their descendants, must somehow Pay Homage to Their Spirits.
We must have them included and not secluded from the rest of antiquity.
We should Honor Them, even if we don't know much about them.
We should build a memorial; revise the history books, the spirits have once again spoken.
Buried History rising up out the dirt, seeking rest and seeking respect...
Your Ancestors, My Ancestors , when the bones are finally found underneath the hidden grounds their souls find peace.
Sacred Burial grounds all throughout the planet, a leg bone there, an arm, there, pieces of a forgotten history everywhere... Your Ancestors, My Ancestors...
© 2013 Malik S Canty