FLATBUSH AFRICAN BURIAL

In the heart of Flatbush, where streets wind and weave,

Lies a sacred ground, where memories grieve.

African burial ground, hidden from sight,

A place of reverence, in the midst of urban blight.

In '24, the ground stirs with history's call,

As archaeologists unearth stories tall.

Beneath the asphalt and concrete's grip,

Lies the resting place of those who dared to equip.

From the depths of time, their voices rise,

Echoes of resilience, under urban skies.

Their stories untold, but etched in the earth,

A testament to endurance, from birth to death.

For in Flatbush's African burial ground,

Lies the legacy of a people profound.

Their lives may be forgotten, their names unknown,

But their spirits live on, in the soil they own.

In '24, let us honor their memory,

And preserve their legacy, for all to see.

For in Flatbush's African burial ground,

Lies the heart of a community, forever profound.