It’s A Short Walk To Freedom
Arthritic feet ain’t got no rhythm! But the drum does!
Yes, I said, the drum does!
The ancestral spirits re-directed my destination and rendered my GPS inoperable…
The drums were beating!
The ancestors called my name in a silent whisper…
Audible only through the air condition ducts…
Arthritic feet ain’t got no rhythm! But the drum does…!
Selma and the Edmund Pettus Bridge, stood as tall as the Eiffel tower, yet it is not even half its’ height!
Goose bumps raised themselves on my arms as the hair rose on the back of my neck, the impending image; the Edmund Pettus Bridge stood boldly and stoically as if to say, approach me if you dare…!
The drums were beating…,
Arthritic feet ain’t got no rhythm!
My soul danced the ytusai, cause the drums have rhythm…
Cross the bridge! Cross the bridge! Cross the bridge…
Arthritic feet ain’t got no rhythm…, but the drum does…
The ride is less than a quarter of a mile… its as smooth as the head of the drum…
Cross the bridge…, cross the bridge…, cross the bridge…
Arthritic feet ain’t got no rhythm…, but the drums do…
Cross the bridge…, cross the bridge…, cross the bridge…
The ancestors are calling…, cross the bridge…
I did not have the privilege to cross with Martin…
I did not have the privilege to cross with Barak…
The ancestors steered me ever so cautiously up and over the bridge into the Verizon of victory…!!!
It’s A Short Walk To Freedom…
Melvin “Chief” Lars
5-6-17 1:33am.