The cultural eyes of the tribe lay dormant until the end was near
each warrior hid their souls, their true selves, until the abomination had ended,
the women kept their secrets hidden, holding them close until the right time.
But once the wars to end all wars had ceased, the people came alive again with joyful hearts,
as they waited for the earth to reclaim her kingdom, it was time they said,
to be alive, and allow their children to be reborn, to live in green meadows,
loving the old ways, and for their people to be a people once more.
All the wars were over now, even the sky called a truce
with the people, and there was freedom
for each one. The earth rejoiced.
Note: Influenced by First Nations/Native American writings
Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
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Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”