No One is the Homeland

All ethnicities agree the New World is not what it seems.

 

No one is the homeland, but the Beloved

But who is the beloved at dawn

 

In the empty square? When justice has

Been murdered, a sacrificial goat

 

Over the plains of the New World

How many careful morals have been

 

Vanquished by their greed, these symbols

We based our lives upon, now turned

 

Upside-down, how many battles lost

For nothing, and so little gains

 Through the centuries, progress not

A continuous act of redemption

 

No one is the homeland, not even kin

They turn their backs on you and

 

 

 

The life you choose, so anonymous are

The agonies we call personal, though

 

We all must bear the weight, our share

No one is the homeland, but who Divine?

 

No God sits over the black garden of your ancestors

The world is continuous, they carry on in you

 

Duty is the glorious burden, you inherit

But what is virtue to the lives that

Are ours to save, ours to bleed, ours to reform!

No one is the homeland, not mate or progeny.

 

Reviews

[Prophecy]

Yes it was more psychological in the second half, I am fond of it too.

[patricia]

A kind of reminder that even alone we have the voice of our ancestors inside us. Thats how this poem read to me. I could have happily cut this poem in half and just kept the second half. Not that the first half was all that bad, its just that the second half beginning after the picture was something very special. Thankyou.