I am not alone
for behind me are a chain of ghosts
that stretch back
and back and back
fathers and mothers
brothers and daughters
before time was counted
I do not find their weight oppressive
because I do not carry them
like some crushing burden
but stand upon their backs
their blood and sweat
given freely
that I could put down the plow
wash the earth from my hands
and look up towards the sky.
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