Shadows Of A People Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Funeral march of Dakar silencing the voice of reparation,
delving into heritage and culture, killing it slowly through
ignorance and prejudice.

Allowing fruition of a people to fall along the wayside,
choosing to neglect the goodness of humankind.

Serving themselves, marching to the tunes of abusive neglect,
daring not to hear the call, the voice, of individual souls.

Breaking in two, casting out humanity of all people, dying in
the process, crumpling from within, turning gray, shadows of
a people who once had a past.

History now replacing it with writing in the dust, blown away
by winds of fate.