SLAVERY

In the tapestry of time, where stories unfold,

Lies the wisdom of grandfathers, strong and bold.

Minority elders, with tales to tell,

Of journeys untold, in the land where they dwell.

With silvered hair and eyes that gleam,

They've weathered storms, like ships at sea.

From distant lands to shores unknown,

They've made their mark, in ways their own.

In their hands, the echoes of the past,

A heritage rich, that forever lasts.

With every word spoken, a treasure untold,

As their stories weave, in hearts' stronghold.

Through hardships faced and battles won,

They've stood resilient, 'neath the sun.

Their strength and courage, a guiding light,

In the darkest days, and the blackest nights.

For minority elders, with wisdom deep,

Are the pillars of strength, on which we keep.

Their legacy alive on, in hearts and minds,

As their stories echo, through the sands of time.