Ancestral Spirits – I can’t sleep

I can’t sleep – by Steve Reid

Where am I going? My feet are blistered.

Night time walking.

Oh the smell of filth, death.

Weeping, howling, shouting, silence…

Heavy chains, dragging, words I know not, people I can’t comprehend.

Now the rocking, churning, excrement.

Where am I going? I want my family.

Is this a punishment? I want to fight!

What of my children? Will I? How can I?

Death all around. I will not grow old.

To see Jah sun again. Am I now to lose my mind?

Where am I? Can I heal? When? Where are my calming memories?

Will I be forgotten? My eyes are wide open. Alive? Walking dead!

Forward ever… never backwards. I hate it!

Take me home!

I can’t sleep.

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