Footsteps of the Generations

Footsteps in the ashes. Shadows in the marrow. Their voices walk

inside me. And I cannot silence them. Hear them march behind my ribs.

Grinding bone like gravel roads. Every ancestor screaming in the caverns of my throat.

Blood remembers every famine, every exile, every chain. A thousand years

of footprints pounding through my veins. They rise, they rise,

they rise. From the ruins of forgotten cries. They rise, they rise,

they rise. From the ruins of forgotten cries. Footsteps of the generations.

Crushing down the centuries gates. I carry all their mutilations. All their love