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Behind it All
by Uriel TovarLike red stains against
The hard wall
Of a mountain face
I will show you fear
In a handful of dust
This is what you were
This is what you will become
These, your ancestors
Hold the key
To that nagging question
Oh how easy it is to push it aside
How aptly we learned
To navigate away from
It
To delude ourselves
In our modern devices
Our past times, our
Relics of a crumbled society
For with all we have
This is what we are
This is what we will become.
03/11/2013 Posted on 03/12/2013
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/12/13 at 01:27 AM Oh yes, the politicians still beat the drums around the tribal fires!! And we listen and say ugh! I tell people all the time my real heritage goes back to Africa. |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 03/12/13 at 09:10 PM *Stellar* |
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