Where many weeds overwhelmed
We grew there like strong breeds
Where no previous advantage offered
Or any now subsist, we grew there.
We fought them
Those native visitors
Who claimed title to our heritage,
Turned us into slaves and commodities
That they may grow.
We pulled them down
And away that we may grow
We mounted our horses ready to go
But a sibling frenzy swept like wind
And broke some trees
Killed some men
And made our horses stumble
And jerk forward and backwards
As has always been
And in a centenary celebrations
We laughed and wept
We fought them
Like we fought ourselves.
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem, i like the ending of the poem. well-composed. thanks for sharing. if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments.