Symphony

Let me sing to you a symphony,

Of a tale of how my honey dews were left with the bones of my ancestors,

A melody that bring forth nothing but pain and tears in heaven,

A symphony that cometh from a heart stoned and crucified,

I will sing to you oh who stoleth from me,

To you who left me divine

Bare to the beasts of a world I cometh from,

I sing to the skies I see no more blue,

To the families you left with a hole in their bellies,

I wanna sing to you this gospel,

Preach to you the words of a God you call your own,

To a God I call my own and singeth to daily,

I wanna scream your name as I see you over… and over… and over… and over… and NEVER!

This song that belongeth to the hearts I am left now without,

I will sing to you about this anger I know nothing about,

Sing to you the scares I was given when I stole from granny’s cookie jar,

How my blood turned to wine with a single touch you weaved over me,

And sing to you of my skin color,

Sing to you of the things you took,

Sing to you of how I hate you and your kind,

Sing to you at your death bed!