FREEDOM SPIRITS
mysterious tradition august onethey all came spirits of old,
marooned in clothes rags and bags
tall and short they walk on sticks
shouting kumina bruck foot long time
we never had nice time,peel head john crow
long time gal me never see yu.
haunts my life grandma cooking
spirits and bigger spirits who came arount
august one yes this day is anestrial feast.
i sit with you in silence soaking up the rebellion
of nanny drive of our peoples pass,your hands are
tied and bound in glory for you give thanks for
this day
emansipation proclamation statements dfench speechs
goverment fact sheet check back man time to jump
john canoe kumina drumming dancing celebrating with
the gods.
truely they came from far and wide long distance places
with cane drench rum in hand in praises of saints freedom ride
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