Tears My Song There Poem by sallam yassin

They brought me from there
In chains
Where I born
Where my parents past
Breathed their last
And still
Prints from my steps back
There
There
Pains and memories
On ports of miseries
Where men made gold
Out of my miseries
There
They sent me without hope
To the home
Of their hopes
There

Where

Made I
America
Out of my song
Song of sorrows
From pains
And miseries
I built this nation
Of fifty Golden stars
But no one is mine
No stars in my blues
woes only in my skies
Grey in tones ever
My nights
And diseased all my days
With darkest of evil deeds
Of men
Oh lord
My home is beyond the mist
Of ocean that have
The gloomiest past
Irrigated this soil with bloods
Red from bleeding hearts
With my tears in groan
And sweat grown nation
No tears I saved there
For the brothers I don’t have
I died to make lives
For others not my own
In fields of wild gold
In battles of white sabers
I died in chains
To make freedom for others
No freedom for me
I died with my song
Sad and sorrows
As my mother also
Died in her sorrows
No cemetery for slaves
And no graves
For their mothers
No groom’s song
There
My only song
For conscience
And hearts
If they are there
And there
And there
If they are there
? there in past
Only
My Song and my sores
With yawning pains