Your history
is stained with blood
of sons and daughters
scattered among the guilt laden earth
like stars in the dead of night. Too many gone,
too many expected. You know, some say
the moon does have its pace
as it trespasses that blanket
seeking yet another moment
to tarry with affairs of nature
we know not. Yours has not been
an easy one
with mother earth.
And surely, as every turmoil and
adversity has a resolve,
yours shall not be an exception.