Black Cemetery Poem by David N. Munene

Trot through the shades over there
Where so pure and clean is the air
In the silence of our hearts
We are aware of the presence of peace
For beneath our bare chests
Our serenity is not on lease

Black souls hover around
Proud that their genes walk on the ground
Our ancestors proudly lying
Every step of ours, they watching
Casting dreams and thoughts galore
That we may never through evil stroll

Leaf over here, leaf over there
And voila! The suns’ rays put to snare
The canopy fanning our black peace
Sheltering the dark souls from scorching displease
Lest in their rest they turn
For whence they do our peace will run

This is not just any place
My grandpa here; your great ma within trace
They that reinstated our expelled grace
We cannot their memory put to disgrace
Shed for our sake
Never let go of our cake

Foreigners say that it is all silent
Aliens fear this is too ambient
Our ancestors' slayers evade
Their perpetrators fear this place’s shade
But only we hear what our ancestors say
Whilst we walk through the black cemetery