Peace Pipes in a Natural History Museum

Peace Pipes in a Natural History Museum

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto

Peace Pipes in a Natural History Museum

 

 

share the feast 

they proclaimed

 

and then our guns 

were aimed

 

massive treachery

to those who fared

 

so ill at the hands

of soldiers who dared

 

declare ownership of property

with no liens, only God's

 

and to this day, the conscience of a nation

is still at odds

 

hearts died against white monuments

the pedestal of grief, saddles vacant

 

let's celebrate the old land, once new

and the reservations made adjacent

 

tiny real estate where nothing could be grown

except loss of identity

 

they loved and lived on and with a land

one we've misunderstood a grave eternity

 

relevance a distant drum pounding

understanding, an all but silent hum sounding.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/24/2021

© 2021 jacob erin-cilberto


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Gee
Hmmmmm, the poor old native Americans were treated real shabby as were many other native folk in other lands...greed and fear
Hope you are well Jacob

Posted 1 Day Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Day Ago

yes, greed and fear....and appreciation from me to you for your words, Gee.
we have known eac.. read more
Gee

1 Day Ago

As am I Jacob. Take care
Hi Jacob, yes, it was terrible, things are done for man's greed, always wanting more than their share. The Native Americans paid a high price, the greatest of all, their freedom to live in lands that had ever been theirs. Makes me both angry and sad to think on this. A powerful write, telling of a reality one should not forget. Have a wonderful Wednesday....Mike.

Posted 5 Days Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

5 Days Ago

I know I will never forget it...I appreciate you, Mike,
thanks
j.
The great American Genocide has been too easily conveniently forgotten by U.S. History. Thanks for the gentle reminder.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

thank you, Fabian,
j.
Powerful read with truth, loved the rhyming parts...

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Kenzie,
j.
Powerful and true words shared Jacob.
"relevance a distant drum pounding
understanding, an all but silent hum sounding"
It is true. The winner decide the story written. The Native American real story need to be written. Helen Jackson wrote the only true books. A Century of dishonor. Thank you my friend for sharing the powerful poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

maybe someday it will be...thank you, Coyote,
j.
Coyote Poetry

6 Days Ago

You are welcome Jacob.
The American history with the indigenous tribes is a bit different from ours (Canada's) but ours is no less unsavoury. As you may have read in the news recently there have been discoveries of the unmarked graves of indigenous children who died while in gov't sponsored residential schools. I'm sure there will be clearer facts coming forward as to numbers and reason for these deaths.

Suffice to say that there has been a rush to judgement without clear and rightful investigation.

I'm sure there is truth to the stories and still more to come. We have not done a decent job of helping
our indigenous neighbours ... then or now.

Good job j. Like Chris, I like the rhyme scheme.

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

No, we have not done a decent job...that is for sure.
thank you for your understanding review.. read more
The history of your nation shows its unsavoury side. We have that too. We have to accept and live with our wrong doings and learn from them. We can't change the past and what our forebears did, but we can certainly make sure we don't go down the same toxic path. You are rhyming J, your muse has given you rhyme. I enjoyed it.

Chris

Posted 1 Week Ago


jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

really unsavory....you are so spot on, Chris.
I feel ashamed.
and yes, a bit of rhyme .. read more
To me this stirs emotions of how our native societies have constantly suffered ever since those first days of contact.
Taking it further it also magnifies how all contact with the white race has been turned into different levels of suppression
I often find myself with a faulty lack of concern and then reflect on the miserable conditions, especially in the early days of white man's aggression , that natives were forced to endure and then we offer two faced displays of their culture to supposedly make amends.
Not sure if this is where you were going but it is where you took me


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jacob erin-cilberto

1 Week Ago

Pretty spot on, Dave...much emotion, guilt and regret here, for what we as a country did...
t.. read more
Patricia Wedel

1 Week Ago

dear Jacob… when I was almost 40 years old.. I visited Capitol Hill in Washington, D.C. where act.. read more

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Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..

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