Native Lands Poem by Eric Cockrell
Native Lands
We who walk
On the bones of
The Elders...
On the muted cries
Of the children.
On the screams of the women,
Raped, and butchered.
On the hides of the buffalo,
The wings of the crows...
Cannot speak, but for grieving.
Cannot pray, but for blood.
Cannot breathe, but for the wind...
Calling, for redemption!
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: justice,redemption
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4/26/2024 7:02:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, its time for redemption. Very poignant and sensational poem. Beautifully worded too. Thanks for sharing.X