The Legacy

From mountains and manics, 

We became our forefathers,

We crafted this penchant off unforgiven creeds,

Alike my curse I fall beneath trumpets and tunes,

Tunes that mould me into lovely allures,

They bequeathed us to this land

The tapestry of tribes and tales lay unhinged 

This was my right, my craft, my home. 

From mountains and manics, 

We chose to amplify our legacies for you,

For serendipity was presumptuous, 

And our mounds of lineal cargo lay dull…

For what flows through our veins,

Blood dried up a long time ago,

And a long time ago,

We saw our forefathers’s shadows no more…