Is there any doubt as to symbolic significance of our butchery
of all things deemed ugly or more profitably - unnecessary
in those celebratory feasts
of Turkeys and whitewashed legacies.
How morose to gift wrap the genocide - still dripping scarlet
under the guise of cultural justification.
It would be the height of dissociative inhumanity
if it wasn’t such a regurgitated tactic of human vanity.
Come, sing and dine
with the fine wine
of heritage warped - lies,
give thanks
to the remembrance of atrocities
and toast loud the land grabs that obliterated
an entire continent’s way of life…
Dare we ever contemplate the wrath that awaits to collect
for every sipped smile of wilful ignorance
in the names of those who were butchered
for being the heroic bastions of their beloved motherland
let me ink the burden of Virginia’s cannibalism
upon history’s reeking pages of guilt - that wistful eyes flick past
with the self-righteous abandon of victors, who sleep easy
under the guise of having achieved their totalitarian necessary...
If there be any who empathise
at this National Day of Mourning, mortified
by the blood-stained bill of collective inheritance
I merely ask: delve deep - beyond
these shallow apologist words and look out with open mind’s
at the true meaning in choosing to ignore the protests at our doorsteps
just to ensure the continuity of culture’s dipped in such despicable truths.
© L. B. Mek
November 2020