Thieves (expanded)

Before white men roamed these round hills
Before horses came and wheels cut the grass
Before the sod-buster and plow,
This land was meant for another people.

In the old land, east of here,
Food was scarce and beliefs oppressed
My kin came here — a fresh start.
I cannot leave — there’s nowhere else.

The red ones miss me like fish miss water
How can they have joy when dignity is gone?
I didn’t choose to be born here
I own this land — I belong now.

Thief, whispers the land. You do not belong.
I will not leave.

I posted an earlier version of this last week. This version is for Poetry Rally.

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14 Comments

  1. Moving. Painful to be evicted from one’s own land.
    May blessings be upon you :)

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  2. The eternal push and pull between what was and what is and what could be. Well-written. Nice imagery.
    KIM
    http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2011/04/21/unrelated/

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  3. yes, I agree with Bendedspoon.. it sure would be painful if that happens. May God give you strength, Lizbeth!

    My Post Is Here

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  4. fish water relation is both sweet and sad.
    compact piece.
    well done.

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  5. your work reminds me of the very famed native american poet John Trudell. I like him because he admits as do I that we are crazy and that being crazy is the freest state of being :) but also I do admire his work :)
    This to say, kudos, nice piece, different dealing with issues that we hardly think about :)

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  6. i hate people evicting those from their mother land! that is abuse! my thursday post : http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/06/20/me-before-us/

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  7. My mother -my piece of Earth-How can anyone take it away from me?
    “How can they have joy when dignity is gone?
    I didn’t choose to be born here
    I own this land — I belong now.”
    Pain fills these lines! Loved the poem.

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  8. a heart-wrenching truth for many people… a problem that has haunted humankind since time immemorial. so many lives have been lost defending their parents’ and their parents’ parents’ legacies. beautiful poem!

    http://pinklady-bing.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-high-on-sobriety.html

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  9. It’s a rather tortured situation for us, isn’t it? Appreciate the sentiments in your poem.

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  10. Sad, beautiful, and filled with truth. The imagery really brings this one home to the heart.

    When I’m not writing poetry I write dystopian fiction and the theme of displacement often runs through those works. This poem has inspired me.Wonderfully done.

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  11. O si yo,

    This piece…beautiful.
    You weave words with magic,
    I know you work hard at it, but also
    I know you are gifted.

    A do na da go uh hi

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  12. How can they have joy when dignity is gone?
    Super line. Super poem. You are gifted.

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