Native Ground (poem)

You have sold the earth

As if it were yours to own

Hundreds of years of harmony 

In the fields we sown;

We changed to be like you

And when that was not enough 

You sent us across the nation

To eke out a living in the rough;

Never mind that our ancestors stood

Among the trees you cut down

Our mothers gave us life in birth

Right here on native ground;

The peace you promised never comes

Not even in the space of today,

The graves of our forefathers trampled upon

By your children while at play;

And we weep not just for ourselves

But for you and your sad greed

For you will never ever have enough

Always wanting more than you need;

And you may feel the world is yours

But the earth cannot be owned

Any more than the air itself

Or the river that carries us home…
By Paul D Aronson.

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7 thoughts on “Native Ground (poem)”

  1. What a great combination of picture and words!

    I especially like the whole second half from “And we weep not just for ourselves…” all the way to the last line. Great job!

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