Dance

Tired feet
Lifting and shifting
Through the humdrum
Of "new life"
Who's life?
Their "new life"
That wasn't as glorious
As it was promised to be

Moving from one state to another
With the hope of prosperity,
As the beacon of a guiding light,
Only to be introduced to a colder world
Of foreign injustices

See back in the south
At least it was known how to operate
But in this here north
There were dangers
as far as the eye could see
that really couldn't be seen
Until they were too close to escape

The lost of children
the lost of family
the lost of dignity
the lost of sanity

But something had them stay
And as a product of the "great migration"
two generations removed
I am grateful for
Their tired feet
as they shuffled to a beat unknown
So I could make a beat of my own

And DANCE