to stir the griots slumber
his heart weighted by woe
once torn asunder
to have laughter and merriment
fill his weary ears
and abate the putrid taste of yesteryears
to see his rise once not predicted
to peer into his confident eyes
where once conflicted
to hear his voice now strong with pirde
to know he will fight never again to hide
and what of this simple man will compel
a man who found beauty whilst
decaying in hell
to sound the alarm and give ample warning
the man who once was is not this morning
so walk away while given the chance
for this man hath partaken in the devils dance
and though he speaks of love unbound
hatred once the harmony of his life
he remembers the sound
let this man speak in silence
for he walks alone
a path few will dare to build a new home
for within his soul he hath but one demand
if you sayeth i am black
capitalize the man
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