We Will Rise Again

I'm running with feet made of brass, I got ball bearings in my hips, so I'm made to last
My copper tone skin is only slightly affected buy the sun, it just turns golden brown.
My muscles are made of steel and I've got iron running in my blood. My heart is like a lion's;
it's fearless. My eyes are like polished diamonds that sparkle in the sunlight. That's why I see crystal clear. My hair is like wool, I'm made of God's greatest materials.
              I come from the land of many rivers, where the valleys are deep and the forrest is vast. My world is rich with minerals and precious stones. The luscious fruit on the trees are the sweetest on the planet. My neighbors are a vast array of the fiercest and most exotic animals of every description.
  The agriculture of my continent's most fertile soil is unending.
    My linage goes back to King David and Solomon.  My ancestors came from the Valley of the Kings. I have royal blood flowing through my veins. The women of my village are descendents of Queens.
   If you try to destroy me I'll multiply. In former times millions of my people were stolen from their lands and spread through out the world to serve evil men. We were held down for centuries, hated
abused and murdered. Our legacy was stolen and our history destroyed and we were not allowed to learn. Even in this day the truth of our existence and past is denied.
  Our destiny is planned and we will rise again. We have lent our blood to many nations. Just one drop is so powerful it will dominate and re create.
        Today our women our the most luscious on the planet and our men are greatly to be desired.



In spite of what has been done we have the most potent power of love in our hearts yet the most aggressive  of passions once stirred but believe in peace with all men and sharing together
     Out of the ashes and dust of the past arises a new image and even more powerful version of
what we once were. We have been tested by the fires of time and made stronger, to withstand the pressures of this present day.
    The spirit of our ancestors resides in our souls. Their voices whisper in the wind. Deep down in the blood stained earth, rest the dry bones of our heroes. We must carry on the struggle. We will not be held back but march through time and space to arrive at our appointed places. We can be confident that God will walk beside us if we are his. With his help no man will be able to stop us. We will rise again.

                  Ron Dove 12/25/2015