The Everlasting Fire

Bombs bursting in air

Shackled feet mired in mud

But it won’t silence the voices

Or dry up the rivers of blood

Cries from beneath the ocean waves

Silent bodies swinging from trees

Burning embers carried by the wind

Turning the pages of history

And the sky showered me with embers

But the rivers cleansed my soul

I am saved by the love of my ancestors

And by their stories yet to be told