Identity

The ratcheting boom spreads
like a disease
with no vaccine
It hurts, it breeds.
Questions unanswered
decay in the open
to be
scavenged in memory.
Don't look at me
like I don't belong
I am not a refugee
And this is my land.
Don't deny me
my identity.
My land.
My space.
Never never
are the pleas heard
for they opened up
the deep underground
to scar the skies in hazy gray.
Troubled by the truth
haunted by the thoughts
for centuries suppressed
now here to see..
Oh please oh please
I ain't your battle ground.
Bury it deep down
in the abyss of the bygone
deeper than the bones
that this soil buries....