[Thespiritexpress] poem:ancestors

[Chris Skyhawk]

	ANCESTORS
I see the crushing blow of the foot that pursues you, trying to crush you into paste for feeding its machine
They called you serf, peasant,  trespasser on the kings land for just trying to feed your family  then child laborer for their industrial machine
and in all of these manifestations they cleave you from the memories of dancing by ancient fires singing ancient songs , dancing in scant furs  wearing deer antlers while the songs of mother gaia worked their way from the soles of your feet,  through your groin up your spine through your heart chakra and out your throat, in guttural screams and cries and song and primal howls,
All lost to the fires of Inquisition
 where they burned and tortured you just for  trying to remember that you were  child of  earth

Where they further talked to you about”original sin” not original blessing but original sin, where just being born makes you a criminal
Always the boot, always the crushing boot, as they sent you into the mines,  you had to go to keep your family from starving As they preached to you their dark fantasy of eternal damnation, with a cunning Satan always trying to trick you into his trap of fire and eternal misery

And then they cast you out, across great oceans to “new” worlds foot soldiers in their endless war of domination  and exploitation, fleeing your own poverty and spiritual decimation to inflict it upon others

well, my beloved ancestors,after all that you may not have known how to live, but you did know how to survive, for thisI thank you, and  your endurance sings in my blood.
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