Stained with Blood


we were driven from our stone-walled and thatched-roof hovels

by the redcoats, not only by bayonet, but mostly hunger

we were driven halfway across the world

by way of decaying wooden vessels

we were killed, half of us, before we arrived

by disease and even more hunger

we became settlers, cruelly mimicking tactics conceived

by our oppressors in the homeland, the punctured emerald isle

we pushed farther west in this new red land, to escape prejudice

by earlier conquerors in the cramped east coast cities

we encountered vast prairies stained with blood

by the sweat of our fathers and tears of our mothers

we nurtured the hard ashened earth

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