100
Voyage to Nowhere
They swallowed their tongues
one by one, too many to count.
Some got sick, tossed off those ships.
We come from the ones that made it:
strongest of the strong,
fittest of the fit.
These roots run deep; we won’t ever forget.
Separated from home, family, language;
can’t even imagine the anguish,
never knowing where you truly came from.
The war is over, the battles were won,
yet some deeds are unforgiven.
What’s done can’t be undone:
beat into submission, survived division,
overcame the odds of a losing bet.
These roots run deep; we won’t ever forget.
Birthed from adversity,
ingrained with a sense of urgency.
There’s no such thing as a problem
when you come from a legacy of distress.
Some success, mostly oppressed;
still there’s nothing we haven’t solved yet.
These roots run deep; we won’t ever forget.
