The Questions

Wasn’t it painful – to be hunted like game
To be chained like convicts
To be whipped like oxen on a yoke
To be polished like race horses
To be fed like guard dogs
How could we just forget?

Didn’t we pay for our own enslavement?
Didn’t we salute our captors, build their
Empires – fight their wars
Didn’t we protect them – raise their offspring’s
Feed them with our own sweat and toil
How could we just forget?

How do we see the light behind the shadows?
How do we soothe broken hearts?
How do we sing the new songs?
How do we see a better day?
How do we hide these gaping scars?
How could we just forget?

Why do we justify a world that forgets?
Why should we still believe?
Why do we pretend we have crossed the bridge?
Why do we sit back and just look
Why do we still ask just questions?
How could we just forget?