The Wanderer

A statement on the treatment of the indigenous people of The Americas.

My little gypsy queen,
not concerned with all the fickle things.
Doesn't even know what fiscal means.
Pick them berries.
Pick them beans.
Pick a place.
We could be there any minute,
if we just pick up the pace.

So I followed her,
even where shadow swallowed her.
She told me that she heard the same voice calling her.
(Come wander with me)

When the beauty struck us,
we'd call it home.
Probably would have stayed forever,
but my appetite had grown.
Everything we have, we take it.
We don't own.
Wonder was I even grateful for the things that I was shown.

Living off the fat of the land.
Lead the way,
while I follow the beckoning of your hand.
(Come wander with me)

Landscape changing.
More stone than bark.
I'll flood the world.
I know that you don't own an ark.
Things fall apart.
Sorry for your broken heart.
You can still find shelter,
when it's cold and dark.

Stuck a flag in the earth.
I discovered the dirt.
Stake claims on the turf,
like I walked here first.

All because you let me wander through the wilderness beside you,
I turned your haven into a drive-thru.

My little vagabond,
all I want to do is tag-a-long.
You can lead me out of Babylon.
We can wander till the sadness is gone.
Trail of tears on the path that we travel on,
evaporate with the lakes and streams.
I'm a man of vision,
vision...
so I chase my dreams.

(Come wander with me)
but I think I found my place.
I will take everything that you've shown me,
to make it mine.
How to live in these conditions.
How to fight.
How to dine.

Now it's time, for my people to join me.
Creating paradise.
Erecting monuments.
Expelling parasites.

Your generosity never will be forgotten.
I'll give you the sand and hot.
I'm taking the grain and cotton.
(Come wander with me)

All because you let me wander through the wilderness beside you,
I turned your haven into a drive-thru.

Author's Note

This is actually a song. It may hep to view it as such.

Reviews

[Breathetheair]

[Singing Bird]

You've written a song come poem, spelling out the greed and heinous treachery, of man stalking indigenous man and ultimately of the great sorrow of those preyed upon.
Not only of that thou....... it's the basic principals of earth and it's rape that's involved. Your writing has a brilliance to it that is quite illuminating and hopefully makes us all think.....deeply.......Keep going mate.

[Daniel Malone]

Thank you for reading. I love to hear how others interpret my works. Thank you for the kind words.

[hundi]

I can tell it's a song cause it has a nice flow to it, most of my poems are also songs, as you know they intermesh together , I think this was a good write, nice imagery,

[Daniel Malone]

Thank you much!