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The Tourist
Have I been one among the chain of those who come to gawk, then strain to point a finger, poke my nose into places I don't own? To claim I understand the pain that's covered by the winds and rain? One who awes and talks in rhymes, without a glance between the lines A stranger to a sacred shrine ignoring reverence and the trace of those who toiled, laid the stones, to make this place a home? Am I the one who stakes a claim Who borrows someone's history? Travels here in tourist clothes, as if this spot were mine to own...? Who stirs the dust and tramps the grounds, hearing nothing, but the sound of my own ego echoing... Simply here to frame a spot, quickly take a selfie shot, to prove to someone back at home what matters not to them at all Text someone far, who doesn't care, that I've been here or there...? Have I been one? So far, so near? Never conscious while I'm here, of those who struggled long before The grief, the loss, long overgrown where someone lived and made a home? Who leads me to a crooked tree once planted by a family to mark a grave. Perhaps a child, perhaps a spouse, and all the while I smile, then carry on my day Compelled to come....yet, I did not own the years that tell Nor did I own the tears that fell, ... two hundred years ago?
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