khoi i

:tell me who we are!
and what the future
holds for us.
why the skin we wear,
is gold.
But through the decades
we were sold.
Our tales not told
and hearts from bold,
to weak.
BEHOLD!
who are we now?
when once we were
Oh once we were!
the kings and,
queens of mother earth,
here lies our worth,
beneath the ancient pile of dirt,
our wisdom old.
Our dreams are buried
underneath the soil,
and we are told.
we'll never have!
the essence
of a human.

©Damiam Vincent Henry

This poem is about: 
My country

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