There was a time when
they all lived harmoniously.
—
Such a time did exist where
the people were one with the land,
with crops healthy as horses,
horses as happy as clams,
clams as abundant as their peace.
Safe and sound, they were,
with the elders commandeering
under their Creator.
There was such a time then.
Then in one swift breeze
by the serene wind,
as quick as flames igniting,
as nimble as whispers of smog,
all were thieved.
The white man came storming in
like a discordant tornado that
reeled in everything and every one
who blocked its destructive path.
they took away their lives;
they killed them
but they were already dead
before they were even murdered.
And so, the faces once painted
with lively smiles are now
stained with burns and bruises,
with cuts and stitches.
The children’s laughter
that once filled the air is now
replaced with despairing screams
and sorrowful cries,
wanting to go home.
The healthiness that was
well-earned is now hunger,
not only starving for food
but for justice.
Work and play eventually
turned into work only,
their joy being a time that
only exists in their memories.
Bodies trespassed,
to be used and abused,
to be casted away like
a piece of clothing if not
wanted anymore.
Identities were stolen and
never given back,
not even a clue as to where
they could retrieve it.
they were already dead
before they were murdered.
This tunnel was long and
burdensome, if that word is
even enough to describe the horrors.
But in the end is hope,
We must continue to hope
for the chance for change and
an opportunity for mankind
to do better to come through.
We must continue to hope
that the well-being will be
brought back along with rejoicing
and peace, though peace is
the most punishing to find
For it is not found in places,
or in material,
but within.
