Our emotions calls out far and wide.
Daughters of our ancestors time to Unite.
Freedom of our sons must not be denied.
Knock on every door, no stone left unturned.
Ancestral Mother of every child, Our womb shall no longer restrain from revenging our sons and daughters cries.
Pass and future brutality has to be avenged, at the magnitude of the pains of each birth, that makes us mothers, never want to hear our babies squirreling cry.
For every whip stricken on our children's back. For every rope tied on lifeless bodies. For every womb raped of innocence. For all the horrid crimes.
The screams of a childless mother shall forever ring inside their Un-mending hearts that will never heal. Love will only be a dream for the ones who caused us grief.
Afro Kings and Queens, born on foreign stolen land, return to your throne and rule all beneath to above and beyond
the sky.
With hair standing from root to tip, use those antennas to connect with our long lost customs, traditions, tips and tricks. Show no mercy on those who inflicted all our grief.
Queens, Birther, Mothers of kings, teach the Love of togetherness only to our being.
