My People Are

My people are

a bastard lot

I was born

to redeem them.


My people are

lost in embers hot

I am here

to retrieve them.


God bless the souls

of those who survive

the holocaust

of my people's greed.


God forgive

the bodies of those

who connive

for their moment's needs


To sell my land,

My blessed land,

My blest, divided

Unredeemable beloved






February 26, 1990



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