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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Congratulations on ur poem whell done
Thank you Theresa,
I'm limited on time- using a public computer- but I'll look for you on here.
James Whaley