Shadows from the past

There’s shadows on my Spirit, there’s shadows on my Soul,

there’s shadows on my heart that make me feel less whole.

The early generations; the ones who came before,

they unleashed these shadows when they opened wide the door.

The shadows were unleashed right here, in this very land;

was it incidental or genocide well planned?

It doesn’t really matter – results are just the same;

there’s blood upon my history, there’s blood upon my name.

There’s blood upon the wattle in the name of Mammon’s lust;

there’s blood upon the wattle and the loss of human trust.

The stain will stay a part of me until I do atone,

explaining to the shadow just how we all have grown.

Atoning for what has been done, is to be at one with all,

finding paths that will help old barriers to fall.

We can’t undo what has been done so many years ago

but we can now accept these wrongs and live within the Flow.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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