LAMENTATIONS OF ALI

My thoughts laid siege
To my young mind
Departed from my eyelids does sleep.



So come
Come ye swift flying bird of the night
Arth thou going home?



Come eagles
Come search my words
As I put down my thoughts in black ink



Like a black slave travelling through the white man's land
Back in the days when slave trade left us bereaved
For they left no young man to till the vast lands



I groaned in agony
As my father told me the stories
That made my people sing sad harmonies



Come ye eagles
Come search my words
For I've written lamentative words



Come ye world
Come read my words
And remember the brothers and sisters that were stolen and taken to a far off world.