Saturday, April 4, 2026

Forty Years

Forty Years (For Leonard Peltier)

 

Forty years

Bound by iron and stone

Many tears

Weeping alone

 

My brothers and sisters slain

Should I have stood

Idle in my pain

Would that have been for the greater good?

This land

It is still ours

Understand

Each of Mother Earth's scars

Rips apart

My soft and tender heart

 

I AIM to be free

It is my dream

So shall it be

Whether by whisper or scream

 

On the horizon there is rising a red storm

We shall never conform

Truth can never fail

We shall prevail

 

Forty years

In defense of what is right

Forty years

I see the dawn breaking in light 


POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


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