Bones of the colony

by Keith D Allison

Hear the wailing winds
the lapping of the sea

dust and bone
the heart is gone

Drowning in
the years of decay

The gun and the sword
the sword in the gun

Longing for freedom
gave it birth

forgotten now, their prayer's
The bone the colony

The land of freedom
now land of greed

It has begun
in the cities and counties

Banding prayers
in the name of the colonist god

the price of freedom
the price of love

Often flows
as the red water


Posted on 07/16/2009
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 07/17/09 at 01:22 AM

Unusually political for you? But, I like every word. Let it serve as warning, awakening, what you will. Far beyond rant, it bends the historical into the philosophical. Nice, very nice. Thanks.

Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 07/17/09 at 07:27 AM

Reading this, I almost feel as if its a piece that would show up in a book on the show called 'history detectives' and they would investigate the writer. Really deep in its centuries old feel. I feel the sadness of how we have lost the appreciation for what went in to making this country. Very cool piece. ~N

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