The New World

in between here and there
the murdered souls meet
death without peace binds them permanently
to this terrestrial planet
never allowing them to
reach nirvana

red tears stream down the hillside
discarded skeletons receive
no burial from their butcher while
conquerors make their way
across the bright blue water
and the emerald green hills

plantations and auction stands
built on land taken and
defiled with innocent blood
sugar cane fingers reach
their tendrils up the to sky
replacing homes of the indigenous

pale bodies dream of riches and power
in the warm west indies evening
the brutes mistake the night sounds
as born from a prosperous wind
but all the while the murdered souls
scream hell fire into the marred night air

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