Crumbled In Steps

Taken away from my beloved country. I
am a son to those who would stand outside,
call my name and I would  answer "Im
comming". Sitting and facing backwards on
a raft on the dask of the lastday before the begining
of the new moon of rains. The transaction
had been made and I captivated.

Across my head, past my ears, over my shoulders
the cold.. cold wind blew as I sat and watched
the land drift away and a  new life would begin.

Taken away from my beloved country . I ,
I am a brother to those with two left hands.
Sitting and facing backwards in a raft, my ears
fall deaf to the tone of their voices, but hands idle
to their call. Im tied up to a solid post.

Over waters, in the sea to which my life line extends
to snap from the motherland of many who pride their
graves for having fallen in fought of that beloved land.

Taken away from my beloved country. I, I ..I used
to be a man. A man to that, that knew my place in a
home. Sitting and facing backwards in a raft, my left
leg had broken, my crutch inaccessable. The pain was
excruciating.

Under the spell of daze in pain, I zoned to delusional thoughts
of the yet to be seen land of the pail. I couln't set foot.

Taken away from my beloved country. I, ..I, ….I
was a father.
Sitting and facing backwards in a cannoe. Helplessly
before my very eyes, I sew my world crumble, watched
my flesh get ripped apart.

In pain, I was killed………