On these burial grounds

On these burial grounds

Which our history encompasses

We cannot deny belonging

But could never be ourselves

 

As the first inhabitants of pain

We fell from the hoax of love

They presented us with slaves

To help bury the deceased

 

And so it was born

The staple of my new culture

Too deeply rooted to ever be seen

Too ugly for self-investigation

 

In longing for new prestige

We ended the feud

And isolated the period

We forever long to forget

Reviews

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This makes think of any culture that has been the oppressors. Actually this makes me think of the Native Americans, what the settlers did to them and then how they gave them slaves, to those who assimilated into the European culture, and then they the oppressed became the oppressors. It's a cycle to be sure. Good poem. Very evocative and thought provoking.

Blessings, Tammy

[TL Boehm]

As the first inhabitants of pain
We fell from the hoax of love
They presented us with slaves
To help bury the deceased

Wow. love the phrase, the hoax of love

[That_Girl]

Smart... seamless. I like it. :)

[Vesa Lee]

As a pupil of History, I see so many eras reflected in these words. A truly sobering piece that encourages self-reflection. Well penned.

[TL Boehm]

The first inhabitants of pain
We fell from the hoax of love
They presented us with slaves
To help bury the deceased

Powerful stuff.

[The Refined Poet]

wow... excellent poem.

[Pax]

ugly for self-investigation to ugly truth.
very deep and powerful poem.

[Belle]

I would like to read this using Reader's Response approach like we normally do here in WC, but with all the tensions depicted in the piece like man vs man, man vs society and with the strongest voice of plea I can hear it became hard to understand the text fully without digging the milieu of this poem.

Thank you for providing us excellent poetry, Mark.