Who shall inherit the earth, where you have planted
your flowers and built your fences?
Whose bones are buried beneath your feet, although
unmarked, and un-flowered?
Do you suppose borders shall stop the progeny from
returning to the place of ancestors?
Who is now screaming about whose land is whose?
Where are the bones of your forefathers?
That is your land; the land of your people.
No borders, laws, or penalties shall stop the trail of tears,
DNA leading to the homeland.
Why the flawed measures, the detention centers?
Why the table pounding? Don’t you know that those
who pound the loudest are not the rightful owners?
Re-written books and re-staged events attempt
to” legitimize” what was and remains
the great land grab; a Manifest Destiny of annihilation.
It is all too convenient, too flawed. Who will jump upon their
soap-boxes, filibuster immigration issues,
who will shoot with rubber bullets, and tow away the cars
of protesters? There are many, but “…The earth is the Lord’s and
the fullness thereof…”
There are no absolutes, here,
since the Statue of Liberty was given the toss.
As I sit upon my newly purchased plot of land, I know
although it is not a bridge or highway, eminent domain
gave builders the right to sell it to me.
The previous owners, along with those before them,
cry out from the ground; bloody and plundered.
Justifications fictionalize and fears mount. How will
we feed OUR children? Not enough care was
given to the feeding of our neighbor’s children.
How then, do we expect to reap a harvest of food?
How do we expect to reap a harvest of righteousness?