Black Poetry : The Rivers of Time

Kitana

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Aug 17, 2001
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under the sun
brown skinned man
north american indian

he walks through
the rivers of time
wading in the waters
that are awash with the blood
of his ancestors
staining his skin

he drifts across the high plains
walking in the rain
that was created from
the tears of his people
flooding the land
to try and make it clean

he sits alone in silence
of a still black night
listening to the howling winds
that carry the screams
of the women and children
who lay slain in the fields
along with their dreams

and when the thunder roars
across the sky
he hears the sound of a rifle
that meant death to his people
in more than a physical sense

when lightning strikes
he has visions of fire and famine
of a starving people forced
to walk through the snow
dying while trying to reach
an unattainable freedom

when the smoke rises into the night air
he sees his ancestors
sitting cross-legged in a sacred circle
and dancing in ceremonial dances
of peace and happiness
both which would soon be lost

when he looks at the colour of his skin
he realises some things will never be
and that all the blood and tears
were spilt in vain
and when the rain falls
from the eyes of his ancestors
onto his heart and soul
he knows why they cry
and he's proud to remain

brown skinned man
north american indian

(c) nfn 2002
 
Rich ..thank you...if you felt a sense of peace with this piece then my mission was accomplished..

Shaz..thank you for the compliment, I am a fan of your work, so for you to comment on mine, makes me smile...

A..thank you for seeing what I write..another example of a beautiful, peaceful race of people forced to adopt western ways..and how they paid for not wanting to do so...

K
 

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