Teardrops in Soil©

Teardrops in the soil beneath the soles of their boots,
each soldier checks what’s left of the homes they burnt.

Husbands, wives, sons, and daughters lay slain across their thresholds.

Unbeknownst to the soldiers, there would be more natives taking the place of those slaughtered.

For a time, history would continue to repeat itself.
Soldiers learned many a lesson, but not before the natives endured degradation.

Now, ancestors plead for what is theirs, fighting to retrieve memories of their past.

The fight for what is right over what is wrong is unclear to those who have stolen the past from those deserving of their future.

Time is home to hope, filling the hearts of the young as their parents struggle to hold onto what little remains of their pride.

They refuse to let go of their culture, teaching all who want to learn as long as they respect that during such time, they are the master and those learning are captured but only for the
moments they come to know of what they refuse to remember.

Teardrops in the soil beneath their moccasins as they lead their captors back in time to moments they no longer fear treading.

Will their efforts live in vain?

Will history change or cruelly repeat itself?

Hopefully, making those see the errs of their ways will change life’s course.

Teardrops in the soil atop their ashes, dreaming of a better future for their ancestors, now attempting to rest in peace.

Teardrops in Soil© Copyright© September 30, 2023, Written by Felina Silver