The land beneath you feet has a story to tell if you know how to listen
the indiginous ones have known all along
who are they? the ones that know the land to which you belong
whether they are brown, yellow, red or white
if they truly know the land, they are right
right in their observations of constellations of heavenly bodies that track time
right in the ways they honor her through tending her soil and nurturing her verdant growth
they are not ones here for the taking, living in harmony is their call
find the gratitude for the land beneath your feet
hurry quick before the fall
for time is running short on this greedy civilization
the minds and hands of man have stolen too much
the only way forward is to look to the past
to the ones who knew how to coexsist and make her resources last
About the Creator
Jen Viets
Massage therapist, dancer and dreamer
I mostly write poetry because I find grammar claustrophobic
I'm a work in progress like everyone else
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic5 days ago in Fiction
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