We will erase you,

all proof that you existed.

This is our Eden,

our canvas, blank and ready

to paint our roots where yours grew.


Your eyes might watch us

from your prison cells and graves

and tears you might cry

but no one will ask us why

the earth is so freshly tilled.


They will eat the fruit

from these shallow rooted trees

nourished with your blood.

They will sit in the garden

relaxed in their ignorance.


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. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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