The Cry Of Our Ancestors Poem by Paul Andrew Bourne

Like a child, I was born innocent of my ancestral roots
Only knowing that which I was taught by the system's socialization
Not knowing that there is a purpose of my being beyond this universe
When in time my Ancestors call out to my being from within
I was lost, lost to the Ancestors' voice
Speechless to this whisper for a voice
Because as a I child, I was not taught that I'm the sum of my Ancestors
I was not taught that I was more than this physical space
In fact, I was a celestial soul
Traveling from time memorial
Then, I heard the cry of my Ancestors
Beckoning me come for the lesson of knowledge
Beyond your fictions socialization
I heard the cry of our Ancestor calling from the deep
Reaching out to my ignorance of a masked knowledge

The cry of our Ancestors
Became deafening as they approach my confused soul
I had to cease my knowledge of what is
I did not know that I was fooled by ignorance masked as knowledge
I thought I knew much
Until our Ancestors began
Beckoning to my soul that my trajectory has just begun
I was a royal being
Living in ignorance
Trapped by a deceptive system that hide my ancestral past
I had no time to think,
It was work, not time to thing
Then, the Sabbath was no different from work
I rested not as a laboring in another's vineyard
It's not until our Ancestor began crying out
That my soul was filled with peace
A peace like the beauty of the rainbow

I'm, not, we are royal being
Captured in a foreign system of deception
It taught us that our kinds are inferior
When our Ancestors were great,
They call fire from the heavens
Make the blind to see
Make the crippled walk again
I travelled with the cry of our Ancestors on my soul for years
I was lost to the greatness of our Ancestors
But they taught me saying
The time has come for your kind to rise to the place of greatness
That once you were clothed in
We're but framed into thinking we're inferior
It's the mystery of Imperialist socialization, deceit and more deceit

The cry of our Ancestors
Signal a new path of its lived being
"It's time to rise from the ash they bellow"
But how it this to be I question our Ancestors
I wondered what this meant
Then, I was brought to the brink of the past
I was us,
We were Kings, Queens, Princes, and Princesses
Charting world kingdoms
"Do you see the greatness in thee" our Ancestors bellowed
I was left to a place of speechlessness
Asking what, what, what then for this great people of old
Asking where, how we got here
"Fooled by folly, greed, ignorance, and not accepting the value of our ancestral past" our Ancestor bellowed
We have not roots, were are just walking like headless chicken
Awaiting our kill instead of see the greatness in our DNA

Like a child, I was borne innocent
Not knowing that I did not know from whence I came
I was trapped in a socialization of deceit
Not knowing that there is a purpose for my being
Then, our Ancestors cry out
"You're royal people, chosen from the Ancestors of gods,
So arise my child and take thine place in this folly of a world
It a folly of socialization, framed by folly and deceit


Paul Andrew Bourne,2017