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SPIRITS NEAR THE ELEPHANT GRAVEYARD

SPIRITS NEAR THE ELEPHANT GRAVEYARD

We are the mighty elephant-

And we do what elephants do

Did we not possess the Nubian soul?

We built cities to reflect the heavens

It was our king's brother who killed him

Yet, our queen still loves and believes in resurrection

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They came from a land of ice-

Men whose souls were cold and lonely

Jealous of elephants- they made war-

Burning the elephant kingdom to the ground

Why destroy the library of the gods?

Misunderstood all their stolen information

Mathematics and science meant to unlock the universe-

In their hands- led them into cyberspace

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They wanted to be us- to claim our inheritance

Forced to forget that we were elephants

These men told us we were savages

How far could Black men fall from the truth?

Why would a prince pretend to be queen?

And how could we forget the Elephant God?

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From the savannah to the rainforest-

Generations of females surround the young

Followed by males who compete to be loved-

Nature demands survival of the fittest

Spirits near the elephant graveyard

An Elephant Goddess watches from the stars

Come upon elephant bones- we bury them

1,000 miles to where the elders were born

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Stolen from our mothers and sisters and daughters-

Could elephants be made to forget how to love?

What force could stand against an elephant army?

That's why they turned us against us

Now we are spirits near the elephant graveyard-

Make beds of the bones- touch until we remember

Why did our ancestors keep the Kongo a secret?

We'll discover the truth on our long journey home

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James Whaley

Thank you Theresa,

     I'm limited on time- using a public computer- but I'll look for you on here.

                                                                                              James Whaley

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