Bright Red Dreams

Dreams  of a world

of the world that was stolen.

A world I could have had.

A world of forests that belonged to all

of rivers that ran clear and of a life

part of nature instead of apart from it

Stolen dreams from children never  free

as their ancestors, stolen from a tribe, a clan, a people

stolen from from me.

Oppression of a red minority, 

by a unapologetic, unmerciful, unrelenting

white majority.

Two peoples clashed long ago

one was savage the other unlearned.

Dreams of one built in a stolen land

dreams of the other destroyed out of hand.

The End

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