Never Trust Strangers
She stammers, losing some words that her years cheat
while her sunken eyes gleam, beads in velvet sheet.
She stops gaping blankly as her brain tries journeying back,
to pick out bits from the remnants of history, in flashback.
Struggling against odds and evens she has sustained
visibly made stranger in her own land, looted and drained.
Strangers, she counts, came once to her doorstep
when full of zeal she was to live life to her own step.
They asked for her warmth and hospitality,
playing cunningly, a ploy to abuse her generosity.
A child of nature she grew among mountains;
queen of its abundance and its cool fountains.
For once she did not guess, those visitors from afar
held intentions vile to leave on her land, a deep scar.
Well fed and well entertained, they rose to conquer
lives of the lush green which could stand no longer.
Devoid of identity and glory, she danced to their tune;
To save her own, from Queen, she became buffoon.
Her people struggled but succumb to those strangers
who knew nothing but the rule of traitors!
Copyright © Sunita U.D Palawon | Year Posted 2017
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