resistance led
a
g
a
i
i
n
s
t
colonialism
larger success
came through
initial
l
o
s
s
e
s
excitement built
pride
which outperformed the
thrill of purpose
claims climbed high
on
the tree of egos
their vines
asscended to
assassination
a
g
g
r
e
s
s
i
o
n
against a visionary
the utlimate cause crushed
by the colonies
newly created into an
emerging empire
ready to build
and name
c
a
r
s
after a resistance
that failed
victory in the eyes
of a blizzard
whitewashing memories
of a man whose
name could
be produced
monetized
enjoyed and
p
h
a
s
e
d
out due
to the
greed of
those
who
won
and
continue on
colonial
o
p
p
r
e
s
s
i
o
n
through the guise of
“[empire] first”
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: February 24th, 2025 09:35
- Comment from author about the poem: The second car I ever owned was a Pontiac. Fond memories of the car, not so fond memories of my nation's history of oppression and cultural appropriation.
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 12
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Poetic Licence
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Comments6
As creative as the name, whether car or man. Now you have got me going on Native American history. It has been a long time since I have written about this. Cars well I have to leave that up to my little brother that built funny cars. He had so many tickets that any pocket of his one could be found. A most unique write where lines were woven like an Indian blanket. This must have taken a good deal of time and effort. Lovely and a definite fav
Why, thank you Soren! I appreciate your time, feedback, and the fave for sure. Yay for it being a source of inspiration. I am humbled and honored. I hope you have a great day, my friend! ❤️🙏
Good write T.
Thank you, my friend!
The native American Indian history is something i have a great interest in, so I am delighted to see someone giving a nod there way and touching lightly on the way they were and are being treated , Loved the read
Indeed! An awful, long, non-ending, tragic history over here. Glad to do my part in turning the memory of a car I loved into something that can speak to that history. You are welcome, my friend, and I am thankful for your time, thoughts and fave. ❤️🙏
You are very welcome
Fantastic.
Thank you, Thomas! Much appreciated, my friend! ❤️🙏
Great write, Tristan. I guess there's always two sides to a coin - oppression on one side, and (relative) freedom on the other.
Thank you, my friend. Glad it delivered. 🙏❤️
interesting history, I love the format as well
Thank you, my friend. Indeed, the history is very fascinating and, of course, tragic. Glad the form came through along with the content! Your time and read are always appreciated! ❤️🙏
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