Amerikans,
treaded soil is bound beneath us-
no longer the -new world’ without a tainted history
trotted and beaten are these grounds,
as those patriots who marched
against England’s Empire-
the same men,
who became savages of war
blood-shed
upon these grounds now covered with
roads and murders and rapes and debates and greed.
Do they wail tears of shame and regret
in heaven, I wonder?
Our slumber ways have taught little ones to kill
and indulge in T.V and video games,
computer screens.
Heritage becomes a block of confusion and
ancestry bleak, perhaps muffled beneath
the elders left,
as they watch their spirit lift from them.
Cell phones and sit coms become conversations,
as we fall below the soil - slowly
six feet under.
In our pride and our ignorance,
destruction awaits us.
