The fear in the air
We were being tortured
Raped
Pillaged
Whipped
And
Hung
It’s written in the soil
We walked on in our
Bare feet
It’s written in our hands
Our backs
Our bones
And
Our blood
Our scars tell you our stories
From the fear
Came the birth of Rock ‘n’
Roll
Our ancestors came across
In boats
From Africa
What our white slave
Masters did to us
We will never forget
From that fear
Rose an energy
Which we channelled
Into our instruments
He played the sax
He played the trumpet
He played the double
Bass
He played the piano
He sang
Sometimes she sang
But our women
Who were being raped
By our masters
Sometimes couldn’t find
It in them
The courage to sing
So we sang for them
We couldn’t read
But we found a way
To learn the scriptures
Not all the masters
And madams were wholly
Nasty
So some of us were taught
To read
And so…
We spread the Gospel
Preachers
We became teachers
Black communities
The elders
Our ancestors
Teach us
Where music began
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