WORDS OF THE WEST
A collection of Western poems
CHANGES IN THE WEST
Smoke, smoke bellowed from the beast
Screamed and roared and soared
Awkward slithering out of the East
Men like venom on board
Treasured land broken, bleeding black
Disfigured gold unsoiled land
Taking the world’s life, not giving back
Ruin in swipe of man’s hand
Blazes scream, licking darkened sky
Man against man against man
Fighting, a cause for all to die
Nothing survives, nothing can.
Redeemer
I lay in the heat, the scorched white land
My body shrivelled, slip of my hand
The cypress are dying, I’m not alone
All for no reason, deserted my soul
Coming swiftly, the end of my run
The failed spangle, my resting gun
I see my redeemer, crossing the plain
He whispers to me, I hear my name
He asks me, what have I done
I answer; I thought I’d have won
I lay back, my head on the sand
I close my eyes, free of this land.
No Grave
I’ve seen them come and I’ve seen them go
I’ve seen first-hand the horror they bestow
I’ve seen them in life and in hazy dream
I’ve seen them holler and I’ve seen the scream
I’ve seen them crossing river and creek
I’ve seen them kill for what they seek
I’ve seen them crazed and in fight
I’ve seen them grazed and in flight
I’ve seen them claim it’s their God’s will
I’ve seen them hunt my people to kill
I’ve seen the colour of their skin
I’ve seen how they butchered my kin
I’ve seen them afraid and seen them brave
And still I’ve seen no grave
Here I stand
And still I see no grave
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