dlherrmann

Humanity in Process

My ancestors were invaders

some three hundred

years ago, seeking

a better life regardless

of those living here.

My ancestors were invaded,

their homeland stolen,

nearly annihilated

in the process.

Who do I honor?

How do I honor

all of they

who are now me?

I am the sum

of our human family –

trials, ordeals,

and difficulties

as process continues.