My Second Poem On Poetrysoup

across the black soil clay pan i wander and wonder my old peoples homelands for millennia shared now among our not just our families of old, but with newer arrivals its not so much angst but a simmering disappointment that our existence continues to be questioned for where in history shall our learned friends sit when even they cannot acknowledge the truth fear not i tell folk, for we a not foe, welcome we shall should you need to be take all and give not they tell us for good, on knees we have worked equality told but no equity served humor and hope our resilience is strong as always we have and shall carry on open arms still extended offering naysayers in, we carry on the wishes of our old peoples hearts learn and transfer teach and acquire, knowledge and compassion our essence to inspire Gaba Gii (good heart, Gamilaroi)