To Our Land

To Our Land

I want to hear your story about the darkness

That houses the wound is etched clearly in your eyes
You, and your people
I and this world
our common,
Trying to pull the weed that grows in our yard molt
Which grew so long

Grew so long

 separate us from the highway
For I want to remove your blood

the childs, the mother

and the blood that shakes me

Of bloodshed, of revolution, and of aches

Of memories that won’t fade 
even a thousand million years
we live

Grass that grew,
 so easily raised, 
blocking our way
some of which ensnare our feet
some of which made us blind
And we fall
And we fall

I want to rise with the fire burning in my chest
I want to get up with one word:
of separation

About your wailing and crying
Above freedom
Under my feet