Sherman
The Black Wall
The ghosts in the partition wear the same familiar face
A history of displacement, struggle, and fierce grace.
From the northern bogs to the southern swamp, the fire remains true
The spirit of the nomadic hearth that burns defiant through.
We inherited the wildness, the refusal to submit
The stubborn, beautiful knowledge of the dark, eternal pit.
THE WALL IS BUILT OF SILENCE, BUT WE ARE THE HAMMER THAT REPLIES
THE VOICE OF EVERY WOUND THAT REFUSES TO COMPROMISE.
THE BLOOD IS NOT THICKER THAN THE WATER WE HAVE FOUGHT AND BLED
WE ARE THE ANCIENT TRUTH THAT THE SYSTEM LEFT FOR DEAD.
The system relies on mute consent, the fiction of the calm
But the quiet has been traded for the sound of a raised, powerful arm.
They trade their oaths for profit, they trade their conscience for a fee
But the lineage of the stubborn will always remain free.
THE WALL IS BUILT OF SILENCE, BUT WE ARE THE HAMMER THAT REPLIES
THE VOICE OF EVERY WOUND THAT REFUSES TO COMPROMISE.
THE BLOOD IS NOT THICKER THAN THE WATER WE HAVE FOUGHT AND BLED
WE ARE THE ANCIENT TRUTH THAT THE SYSTEM LEFT FOR DEAD.
