Sonnet 5: Air of the Burial Ground

Many years ago, I saw the arrival of several ships They came with a smile and goods laced with their curse In a short time, they gave multiple populations the clips The curse ran longer than the promised verse I have been in the ground with my people before they became a nation I have seen them born, grown, and dead. The air around them at their last moment was my gift for their parting vacation. They will have their time to sleep in their afterlife bed. This time, the air that escaped from their lungs of death came back The sins of the murderers are now coming back on the people who have carried this practice To all of the people who have fought the fight, I will give you slack For all of you fighters, I have decided to take you into a caring private practice I will spread to each one of you for your practice of false pride Oh my, it will be a long ride