poetry

My People Are
by Mila D. Aguilar

My people are
a bastard lot
I was born
to redeem them.

My people are
lost in embers hot
I am here
to retrieve them.

God bless the souls
of those who survive
the holocaust
of my people's greed.

God forgive
the bodies of those
who connive
for their moment's needs

To sell my land,
My blessed land,
My blest, divided
Unredeemable beloved

People.

February 26, 1990

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