Husks

When we left our land and burned our wise women
to live in concrete and steel
to give eachother stilted smiles and cold hearts
bumping into strangers and wondering why we feel so empty

When we steal their land, rape and murder them and name them ghosts,
ignoring and laughing at the pain and sorrow we cause
forcing them into fenced off areas and poverty in our grey and cold cities

When we kidnap their bodies, rename them subhuman
to work stolen lands
giving us cold metals and power
to steal more land, more bodies
for those privileged few

We gain nothing
and lose ourselves

Now, they are reclaiming their land
they are reclaiming their bodies
Reclaiming their soul from us
A rising harmony of voices singing of justice, of love and beauty!


We are empty

What land, what body, what soul is ours to reclaim?

Who will we choose to be, beyond our blood stained whiteness?




Poetry by SecretWords The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-08-08 at 03:32

Tags Justice  Redefinition  Reconceptualization 

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