A Poem by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

A poem that spans generations. Of all the things lost in the conquest of the new world, and in the destruction of the old.


(Wanderers of the Generations)


Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

How does the world see me
Invisible shackled restrained 

My colors have barriers unspoken 
Within society's silent indifference 

In this pigmentation is proclamation 
That I am both oppressor and oppressed 

For the heights I climb have limits; boundaries 
In the way I'm seen; defined 

I'm of two cultures, the dying indigenous 
and the foreign usurper 

Forced to love a God that pities me
while compelled to forget the ancestral ones that are lost

There is no home anymore; it has long since been taken
To wander without borders; proud, native, free

© 2022 Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

Author's Note

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
Though brief this poem speaks with an expanse of generations. The destruction of the many indigenous cultures native to the Americas. I find myself writing again about this plight because of its personal impact upon my own life and those past generations affected by it. Some within this modern society wish to purge this part of history from the past. Reclamation in the understanding of what was taken and lost is the only way to find both absolution and atonement for the persecutors, and peaceful harmony for the persecuted. The erasure of this truth can never be allowed, for to do so is to be complicit to the atrocities that it has wrought. CLE

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this is as splendid a poem as I have read in quite some time. I was gobsmacked by the power that flows from the simplicity of lines and diction while containing such deep almost unanswerable dichotomies. While we all have fault lines that run through our lives, bits we simply can't quite synchronize, few of us can so succinctly put them to words. Great poem Carlos

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Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

4 Minutes Ago

Thank you, Ken, for sharing your thoughts on this piece. It was a very personal and revealing poem.. read more
This is a fantastic piece Carlos and I wish I had found it sooner. It's so real and important, speaking truth and equity in measure. This is the sort of thing I feel poetry is meant to do; to say things that fill the cup of life full from the bottoms of our hearts and souls and reach out to touch and teach others what it means to be human. Excellent write.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

16 Minutes Ago

Thank you, Fabian, I really appreciate the kind comment you have left. This contemplative piece s.. read more
"That I am both oppressor and oppressed " This sentence caused quite a challenge in my thinking. Is it because of oppression that he becomes an oppressor? This is really not cool. lolbeans.
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Posted 1 Month Ago

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Month Ago

Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me as well as opening a dialogue on a very important subjec.. read more
I see you as a poet, Carlos. Simply, as a poet...and a really good one.

Posted 1 Month Ago

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

1 Month Ago

Thank you so very much J for this truly meaningful comment. I can't begin to tell you how much I ad.. read more

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Added on August 9, 2022
Last Updated on August 9, 2022
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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada
Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

salinas , CA

If I can say something worth saying that makes just one person think about others...I'll try. The greatest storyteller was my grandmother. I miss her stories. more..