The world holds its breath, their spirits rise,
Etched in the amber glow of the horizon,
The way bearers, guardians of our path.

Ancestors, with hearts forged in fire,
Walked through the storms of oppression,
their footsteps deep in the soil,
Each step a defiance, each stride a declaration,
Claiming a place for their progeny.

Leaders, with voices like thunder, called forth the winds of change,
Their words, a command justice,
Echoing, through the canyons of history.
Demanding a world where freedom reigns.

In the shadow of the moonlit night,
They whispered secrets to the stars.
Wisdom passed through generations,
a legacy of resilience and hope,
Rooted in the heart of our existence.

With hands weathered and worn,
They tilled the fertile grounds of revolution, sowing seeds of courage and truth,
Their labor, the foundation
upon which we stand.

Their eyes, sharp as the eagle's gaze,
Saw beyond the chains and barriers.
They envisioned a future where our voices would rise,
Unbroken and never unbound.

Through the labyrinth of struggle, they bore the torch,
Its flame a beacon in the night.
That lighted the way through the darkness.
Guiding us to our rightful place.

We honor them, the way bearers.
Whose sacrifices carved our path,
Their spirits woven into the fabrics of our lives.
Their strength, the bedrock of our dreams.

In every heartbeat, their legacy pulses,
In every breath, their strength reminds a rhythm of pride and perseverance.
For we are the children of their hope,
the fruition of their fight.
The inheritors of their light.

And as we walk forward,
Tith heads held high and spirits unyielding,
We carry their fire within us, forever aflame.
Because we are way bearers of tomorrow,
Etched in the chronicles of time.

............................ [AFRO PRIDE]..........................

This Poem is dedicated to our ancestors who toiled and spilled their blood so we will have the chances they never had.

Do you know your ancestory roots?