Alas, I was visited during the night by
a nightmare so horrific that I found
myself weeping in utter despair. I was
in the midst of a battle 'twixt the English
and the Indians of yore. Trust me, my
dream left me with a much clearer idea
of what the Native Americans had to
deal with and what they went through.
Obviously, I went through a few hours
of horror and sorrow . . . comparing not
at all to the hundreds of years of heinous
the Native Americans have been through.
God in heaven, how did they do it; how
the hell did they survive at all?! We have
a great deal to answer for.
I understand that none of us alive today
are responsible for the crimes against
humanity of yesteryear. Having said that,
we do indeed have a responsibility to make
certain that they never occur again . . .
. . . and yet, we have hundreds of Mexican
children in detainment camps at the border.
We have the black community up in arms,
finally tired of our shit. Native Americans
are being consumed by the plague and
I ask, "Are we reaching out?" Or, is it
history repeating itself?!
When will we become? When will we grow?
Or is it, 'grow up'? Indeed we do need to
grow up, take responsibility, get over ourselves,
embrace all humanity! And yes, the first stip
is with you and me!
sorrow overwhelms
mans inhumanity pains
make things better now
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