Ancestors

Every fibre of our being from the soul

Of our feet to the tip of our head

Comes from our ancestors, Blood, Bones,

Organs, everything of us is a reflection

Of them themed by the place we are reared in

The love and respect we are shown and replicate.

Our source of learning. Our place of living

All help form who become as people.

But people whose flesh and fibre has long since

Disintegrated play a big part in who we are.

They are our Ancestors, Through their silence

And invisibility we can easily forget they ever lived.

They did live and each one of us is the proof of their presence.

When we find them, never judge them for the time they lived in

Is much different than ours, most severe most likely.

WE are because they were, Our Ancestors.