We never look at each other
                or we'd see
         the kindred ties that bind.

     Eyes that have seen vast kindgoms,
              now have no sight.
 
               Ears that heard
       the mighty voice of the heavens
            now, no longer hear.

            Legs strong and supple
       once ran as village messengers,
       now stilled by lack of mission.

          Bodies, beautiful, rhythmic
       bending like branches in the wind
             now sag and drag
             spirits drained dry.

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Author's Note: I wrote this piece after observing 
how we seem to always look down or away when we 
happen to run into on another on the street 
or in stores and such. I watched from the side 
as many Black men, women, old and young, 
just passed each other by without even a "Hey"