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.
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Author:
dlherrmann (
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- Comment from author about the poem: How can a person reconcile the conflicting cultures that resulted in his being?
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Comments1
poignant questions that is relatable to 99% of humanity, if we look back - deep enough, into the annals of divisive chaos that underlines all of history,
thought provoking write
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