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Echo No 3

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Kittjah Alhe Methdna

Something happened to me When I heard that you gave no response Something in a low place That was once quiet is now screaming I no longer know what I was And I find no solace in my home While this fire burns Ask me if I ever loved you Ask me if I could ever love you Make these thoughts silent For I know from whence they came They have the will that we all lack To destroy the self that they belong to They corrupt and empathize For they are familiar They are the mirror of the past of my soul Do not underestimate quiet rage Something happened to me When I heard that you gave no response Something in a hidden place Rage tha

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These are my people sleeping

They sit quietly on their front porches Looking out over a vast and devastated land Land granted by the people who stole their first home First children First destiny They laugh loudly around a table Eating food half cooked with love, half despair Food of tradition and food of charity Farmed food Canned food They sleep soundly with troubled dreams Tossing their bodies and never waking Bodies too old to be young, aged by the stolen pride that preserves youth Bent bodies Forgotten bodies These are my people sleeping!

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