Behold the mirror, once whole and bright,

Reflecting unity, love, and might.

But now it stands, cracked and torn,

A family’s essence, weathered and worn.

 

Chains fell away, but new ones arose,

Invisible shackles, the pain they impose.

The fathers removed, the mothers left bare,

Children adrift in a world of despair.

 

The system strikes with calculated hand,

Splitting the roots that once held the land.

They preach of progress, yet sow divide,

Ripping the soul of a people’s pride.

 

Who stole the fathers from their homes?

Left mothers to struggle, to fight alone?

Who poisoned the dreams of the young, the bold?

With lies of worth measured in gold?

 

We were kings, queens, a lineage divine,

Now cast as broken, taught to resign.

But in the ashes, embers still glow,

A fire of truth the oppressors can’t stow.

 

Rise, Black family, mend what they broke,

Let unity’s flame dissolve the yoke.

Fathers return, mothers stand tall,

Together, rebuild the strength of us all.

 

For the damage runs deep, but so does the will,

To heal the wounds, to climb the hill.

A nation reborn in love’s embrace,

The Black family restored, a people in grace.

 

….The shattered mirror