Reservation
Restricted access keeps us locked up inside where we cannot ever escape
Everywhere we go, white picket fences turn into iron bars and barbed wire
Safe places do not exist anymore
Even the place that we call home has become a barren jail cell of its own
Rising sun now symbolizes another day of pain and sorrow and regret
Vacant fields with no crops are only the first sign of a dying culture
A lie has been built upon the idea of a perfect and happy society
They push us all away, expecting us to live in sanctuary and hold onto our customs
"In God We Trust" they say....
Only where is God in all of this suffering?
Nowhere…..
Copyright © Tatianna Leachet | Year Posted 2016
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