Muskets

Mountains and Rivers 091

I understand loving, some of history,

how we learned and grew,

freedom,

but down the hallways of time,

Africans are still crying for their children,

their freedom, wrapped in chains,

and the first people are still weeping,

losing everything.

I cannot, I will not,

celebrate their death,

and there are no muskets in heaven.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Old Stone Fort

Maine and More 247

On the other side of the window,

down the grey, damp hallways,

you can hear the echoes, of chains rattling,

and the whispers of ghosts,

shackled in regret.

Occasionally the camera of a tourist,

will pick up a stray image, unseen,

to the eye.

If you listen carefully,

you can hear the moaning, the lamenting,

of history’s blood.

Regardless of the flags they carried,

the ghosts declare,

“we should have never had slavery”

“we should have never harmed,”

“the first people”,

forever and ever declaring,

“we should have never destroyed,”

“their cultures”,

and the noise of their chains,

rattles down the grey, damp hallways,

of the old stone fort,

for eternity.

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree