# <mark class="purple">Where do we begin?</mark> Their murky silence poses All kinds of threat to swimmers Even though their water Has long been slurred by white smoke; Be a darling shield and gather our souls From the drowning pools of history Be their drivers from the homeland To unfamiliar flophouse grooves Pressed by innumerable thumbs ![[ananse-ntentan-adinkra.png|30]] # <mark class="green">What do we see?</mark> Outshine their jealousy and outrun their pursuits We deserve more than has been beaten into our generations The world overrules our claims into indeterminate sentences without roles or purpose Subjects cropped from the heavens to a path that needs to be refired and fiercely so Step the dazzling ruin of comeuppance into their lines of sight and pieces of eight Tuck their hesitance into the gutters and harden their fates into mortal fear This could've been trust We could've been seen Sail them beyond the mortal coil ![[adinkra-adinkrahene.png|30]] # <mark class="red">Who is this joy?</mark> Crippled to semblance from ancestral peaks Bloc-to-fief-to-consort with sacred accoutrements in their gift shoppes Hardiest meals being their memories as overlords; boxcars and schooners Replaced by trepidation, agita, and Paracetamol for their suffering little ones; And what the fuck do you think we want for our future? We'll take theirs as turnabout ![[egyptian-amenta.png|30]]