SoulReserve

dispossessed

you take
my land,
I have drawn-up
lines
in the sacred earth,
I have sung
of the sky,

you take
my sky,
I have imagined
stars
like grains
in nature’s basket,
and giants that rein there,

you take
my legacy,
my prayers
my hymns
you leave me
dispossessed and stunned,
shunned from my own,

you take
and take
until there is nothing
left,
I want to know
will you take
my cry
then?

© SoulReserve 2018

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