Pali

Longing to set sail once

more

casualties of a war

waged with germs

and guns

and drugs

and spam

and pineapples

and sugarcane

and chemicals

and steel

and my heart is numb

and I cannot feel

your pain

the goddess burns

a fire not quenched

by rain

put on grass skirts

you can entertain

the masses

as they raise glasses

to toast tresspasses of old

all that glitters

was stolen

and sold by bitter men

with bibles and swords

reaping rewards

taken at knifes edge

forsaken, you’re on a ledge

and they push you

and count silver coins

as you fall

out of history books

but they don’t turn back

for one last look

and see you

climbing up the pali.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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