Wednesday, June 15, 2016

From the Same Place, Repeated endlessly: The Policy of Superiority "Prayer for the Dead"

Prayer for the Dead
by Toni Truesdale

To all those conquered bones,
With the painful solitude of lone closed eyes.
It’s not just the victim that dies.
Did gold, silver and slaves
Make this destiny just?
Or did fate rape those women in lust?
Can they ‘save’ the souls
To make it just?
Or did Manifest greed burn the cross in the night?

Would it not be right,
To look back at 500 years;
And say to those dead
That we finally see their tears?
And to each that has suffered
Say a prayer for peace;
For the sake of the future
And the hope of release;
From that continuing cycle
Of servant of master...

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