Give Me Back My Truth
Give me back my truth.
No
you can't sell me
a new one.
Give me
back my land,
it was not yours to pull
apart the trees and leave
in their place pits
of festering tar and the chalk
white bones of the smiling
children whom you peel
their skin
like grapes in the
boundless vineyard you
ravaged and replaced
with cold, black
skyscrapers that sting
my eyes.
Give me
back my voice,
I'm screaming
my lungs to
dust in a glass
tunnel and I get
no answer but
a tide of blood filled with the
eyeless paper
dolls of you entering
my mouth.
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Note: Marr, you'll like this one - the meaning of this poem can be summed up in one word.
Enjoy,
Kalinka.
6 comments:
*eyes start watering*
Thank you!
- KB.
Well kalinka youve done it again. You have moved someone to tears but words. Sounds like a poem about that land dispute between the sixth nations and thoes other people..... yeah.
Jesse is me,
not jesse
Hmm...it could easily be read as that, yes. "Give me back my truth" is actually a popular slogan among Native civil rights activists.
-KB.
I read it as that too, but I know that the message is actually something else. How do I know? Because you told me. I won't say it here, it's kinda unappropriate, but I'm not sorry for not figuring it out on my own.
Ignorant of sub-text,
Marr Vell
ooo marr says its something different so I'll have too look at it again. I'll get it I will....maby sorry I think im not as experienced as u guys r in this so kal dont feel bad.
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