Knee high, ripples and wades. <br />Brutality. Puncturing the dirt. <br />Where spring blossoms once would flirt. <br /> <br />The birds sing no more, <br />gone from trees that were once stored. <br />Wells' water once was clean, <br />now taken up a red gleam. <br /> <br />Where there is dust of our ancestor's bones, <br />it is where the weeds are best grown. <br />Where the bodies once laid, <br />is where the dogs will stray. <br /> <br />Do you care about your family so lame <br />to destroy the land on which we became? <br />a cigarette burned legacy, <br />alcohol tainted blood inside of me.<br /><br />Lindsey Wolf<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirt-dust/
