Every year, millions of Indigenous Peoples are displaced from their ancestral lands due to plunder and militarization. This poem is about them.
“…behind every teardrop
a sweet smile.”
“…you will arrive
at the break of dawn.”
“…you will understand why
the waves wish to kiss the shore.”
Because you are mistaken. I did not meet you only to forget you in the end. I will not embrace you only to leave you in the end.
Every year, hundreds of thousands of Indigenous Peoples are displaced due to plunder and militarization of ancestral lands and territories. Their homes become battlefields, where every day is a fight for survival.