As I pass by the Cane Fields and the Banana Walks, I see the Ghosts of My Ancestors. As I pass by the Factories and the Beaches by the Docks, I hear the voices of my Ancestors.
I come as night, Bringing your darkest horrors.. Like smoke, Engulfing every cavity of every corner of your mind..
I think of you oftentimes: Then I think of you naught. I think of what could have been: What was meant to be, And what was not.
I 'see' your "hate" And 'raise' you Love. I 'see' your "fear" And 'raise' you Power.
I can feel it in the Wind I can feel the change acoming! Or is it just wishful thinking?