If I look
hard enough
I can see the shadows
traveling through the skies
Accent whispers
Tongue tied and fevered
still riding high
If I listen close enough
I can still hear their drums
feasting on the hunt
Burning coals
silent sparks meeting the sky
If I look close enough
I can see their eyes
watching their Mother tortured
by selfish hands
growing money...security
killing the land
If I listen hard enough
I hear their silenced steps
Quiet tears falling
on frost kissed leaves
oppressed eyes drowning
burning holes in the land
staring back at me
by
Shadow Dancer
1999
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