On We Go
Monday June 22, 1811- A New Awakening
Shadows flashing in the darkness, screaming, crying with grief
Awakened peeved, of this new man of a being, with different beliefs
Torn away from my family, ripped through my heart like a thorn
I mourn forever just for the thought. Departing to leave me forlorn
Taking a journey with my face hidden, not knowing my location
The placement of emotions, the pain is just beyond explanation.
Thrown into a cage, of raging men, women, and children about
From any shape, size or age, these villains could care less without
Knowing them, I wish I could help; I’m shackled like a beast
Tossed into an ancient engagement, as if we have fallen deceased
Walking in lines of many, this is their gratitude to show
“It’s for our own good”, that’s their claim of bestow, so for now
.................................................. ................On we go
Wednesday October 27, 1811- The Journey to Come
A road forked by a willow, silent breeze brushing down my neck
Traveling day by day, walking until they felt the need to a head check
Step after step, they contrive the reasoning, starting preparation
A trip of many whips, beatings, traveling on to no specific destination
Now they hasten, moving the pace to a higher level of acceleration
Enforcement of the law has ceased, not filling its only obligation
Recess has limitations, a pause of madness, time to begin once more
And then when you think you get a name call, it’s just a implore
Another simple chore, along this quest among us, we fall back again
Fighting our soul, power, will to survive. It’s among us from within
Back to the stages of fear, no where near our destination, no
We keep walking, line by line, just looking down below, so for now
.................................................. .......................On we go
Saturday April 13, 1813- The Time is Near
As two years pass, the same grueling activities occur, ne’er to halt
Modifications occasionally fault, and raids or terror seem to exalt
Just to scare us, what kind of fiend would strive to do such a matter?
Hearing gun shots from behind us, makes our hopes of freedom shatter
Abandon bare, with demon like characters running our very lives
No attempt to save ourselves, murder is frequent to the one who strifes
We can feel that time is near; our days are limited to these men
Amongst the crowed, you could often hear a whisper, “amen”
Our journey is done; every single soul has taken its toll
Thus more than a stroll, terror walking behind you so slow, so for now
.................................................. ....................On we go
Tuesday April 16, 1813- Renewing Our Hope
Hidden in a dwelling of a new generation, a hell whole if you would
Revolting temptations are bound, but guards with fire arms stood
We are hostages, meat to the people who capture, their armor from fear
Corpses appear, in this place of hatred where there are many fallen tears
Hallucinations burst to life like figures of our hope to revitalize our joy
Fear is just a mere thought of mind you go through, treats you as a toy
Our savior is here, the spirit from above to save us from this rage
This stage of this crazy engagement will not be forgotten with age
We served our time of woe, from now to quite awhile ago,
And now we get to rest, as we see the gates of our place glow, and so
.................................................. ...................We go no more