Mike Martin Poet Ballad

My Quest

I profess not to oppress
Yet I stand on native land
In my quest to be my best
As I try to understand

How someone else could say
To someone in their way
Your rights you must relinquish
Your flame we shall extinguish

It cuts me to the bone
And eats away my pride
Searching for my roots
And finding genocide

Searching madly for a word
One I've never even heard
Any other is absurd
Since a spade is not a bird

But all I have are words
How can I make it right
How can I close my eyes
When I try to sleep at night

I listen and I grieve
Right here on my duff
Heaven surely knows 
That will never be enough

For all of my existence
Though I am but a wretch
For all that I hold dear
I've learned to say .. miigwetch

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Beata Agustin May 21, 2024 at 11:56 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.