We ran for our lives
Holding the hands of friends
Far from home
Distant from our parents
Out of their sight
Deep in the green pastures of nature
From the prying eyes
Of the recruiters.
They wanted me
They wanted everyone
Together with my family
And everyone who was indegenous
To take our marrow
And recover what the population lost
“Marrow” and “Death”
Were the words
Stuck in our heads daily
Knowing anytime we can get killed
And the marrow gets taken.
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Comments1
reminds me of the basic synopsis for the novel
'The Marrow Thieves'
by Cherie Dimaline..
(what empathetically poignant words
you've weaved
into this harrowingly memorable read)
thanks for sharing
I created it from there lol
I Love reading that book very much
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