Monday, February 3, 2020

Like They Teach Us, In the West

My sweet gentle
father is dead
My loving and kind
brother is dead
I hear my brother
in one ear, he says
I hear my father
in the other, he says
Beyond the cacophony
of debt and suffering
In my head
I wish, I could
Dance and sing
for the ancestors
But, America has stolen
My sensibilities, so
I grieve alone
Like they teach us
In the West

1 comment:

  1. Hope you are still making music!
    WH3R3 15 Z34RL3? 127.0.0.1

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