Survivors

We till the soil of ancients

Generations, laid to rest

From whom we are descendants

We breathe their ash and dust

We tread the earth beneath us

Ancestral, hallowed ground

Their blood cries out for justice

Spilled sorrow seeps, resounds

We hope for futures, brighter

Denying truth and past

In hubris, our wills smite her —

“Earth will always last”

One word will spark a fire

Consuming all that’s brass

Her precious gold survives her

The rest, burned up like chaff