To the gods of my Fathers
I have broken the cords!
I have broken the cords!
Your tales hide the truth
About a thousand faltering steps,
Your fanfares of falsehood,
Your magical myths: all
Melt under the enlightening sun
Of my new dawn.
Your battered images
Shriveled, soiled by the blood of sacrifice
Stink in your spooky shrines
Stinking shrines
Ruled by greed,
Steeped in lucre. Lucre:
plague that hemorrhaged your children
Into the belly of waiting vessels,
Across the watery graveyard of restless seas
Into the callous hands of new world ogres
Unto the blood drawing cracks of plantation whips,
While you looked on
Powerless
With the disgusting stance
Of conniving indifference
And the folly of your thieving priests.
I have broken the cords
From your ageless yoke of a million years,
From your ageless trap of errant trickery.
Stay away, Stay behind,
Far beyond the river I crossed.
I have broken the cords!
Your tales hide the truth
About a thousand faltering steps,
Your fanfares of falsehood,
Your magical myths: all
Melt under the enlightening sun
Of my new dawn.
Your battered images
Shriveled, soiled by the blood of sacrifice
Stink in your spooky shrines
Stinking shrines
Ruled by greed,
Steeped in lucre. Lucre:
plague that hemorrhaged your children
Into the belly of waiting vessels,
Across the watery graveyard of restless seas
Into the callous hands of new world ogres
Unto the blood drawing cracks of plantation whips,
While you looked on
Powerless
With the disgusting stance
Of conniving indifference
And the folly of your thieving priests.
I have broken the cords
From your ageless yoke of a million years,
From your ageless trap of errant trickery.
Stay away, Stay behind,
Far beyond the river I crossed.
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