Close Encounters of the Third World

Close Encounters of the 
Third World sunny stories

merrymuse Sunflower with her head up in clouds.
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Sunflower musings:
thoughts about my country...

Close Encounters of the Third World

The coats in boats had stepped onto our lands,

stating they've discovered what was all that our eyes have seen from the start.

Bloods were shed.

The same bloods were shared.

Bloods still continue to pour out.

They've thrown out their coats in favor of suits

and yet, they all look the same.

Our lands, though, they're gone now.

They've turned them to concrete

- it makes it much harder to dig through

all the history that's buried.

But while the past went on hiding,

the spirit, it kept on living.

Outside, the skins were dark

- and then they were light

or maybe it was some other shade.

When inside, no matter what you call it, it was always brown to start with.

We piled on the suits and painted our skins,

as we made our way out of the poached lands.

We said "Yes, sir"or "I can, sir" and sometimes,

"No, I'm not, sir."

But our brown eyes beckoned to our kindred

to remember the lands and hills where once our bloods were spilled.

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