The ground remembers the ground reminds me long before they celebrated having big fun down here in the Big Easy littering paved streets with beads and waste on Fat Tuesdays we danced on Sundays inside the park for some day to feel, to know what freedom once was like long before iron chains and shackles attempted to destroy dignity, culture, and identity enslavement could never rob joy, worth, and humanity where tradition lives on inside the music its beat its melody its harmony.
