Gold sun cresting emerald hills
overlooking silver seas
and coal – black fields
rich with bounty
bloody sunset
and blue – black night
tell the story of our brave peoples
who fought for their homeland
and sought peace
with those curious eyes
that peeked over the edge of their world
and beheld our beauty
seeking knowledge from us
knowledge was taught to them
and by intruding eyes
which were now judging
wrath was wreaked upon us
no respect for the good
no shame for the greedy
wisdom woven into the souls of the fallen
and the bones of our ancestors
that is now stolen
by those curious, intruding eyes
Indigeneous to the land
bound to our destinies
Indigeneous to this blood of ours
that shall forever remain in our veins
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
