an orphan of the pillage
yerrey
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dark-skinned and bright eyes
i am an orphan of the pillager
who swept everything clean
but me
i represent the branch of orphans
set in motion at night
welcomed into a dawn
wearing a blindfold made of chains
with no recollection
of how it all came to this
of how to begin again
i see crosses where pyramids once stood
i see the civilized keep the heathens at bay
i see crosses drowned in blood
i see peace breeded with hate
i see myself.
i am an orphan of the pillager
who swept everything clean
but me
i represent the branch of orphans
set in motion at night
welcomed into a dawn
wearing a blindfold made of chains
with no recollection
of how it all came to this
of how to begin again
i see crosses where pyramids once stood
i see the civilized keep the heathens at bay
i see crosses drowned in blood
i see peace breeded with hate
i see myself.
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i wrote this thinking about how i came to be....a dark-skinned...green-eye mestizo.....
the pillage i refer is that to "the age of discovery" and how the explorers took all the wealth from this land and the innocence of the indigenous and leaving the subsequent generation with nuthin
(when my ghost will fall asleep)
to wake up
and realise what has it been created for.
and in its contradiction of response,
Or seeming stagnance, see that rippled gleam
That might suggest true movement. If you sense
a hidden wave in what seems blanket still,
Write more, wind each desire, and you'll see
The willows nod and rustle, and you will
hear the rushing babble of the free
gush of water, brimming, charged with light
That is your reader's understanding heart.