Such A Disgrace

In an open field where water has not come for a while,
The crops are dead and lined up from mile to mile.
Farmers no longer visit to see the birth of crops,
People have vanished and no trucks make any stops.

The skies above flare with the sun that sends the heat,
Burning every leaf with the intensity when they meet.
Dust strips the skin from flesh with help from the wind,
Bones scathered about unattended by their next of kin.

Suddenly a distant sound of thunder once heard before,
Tiny creatures from down under peak and wait for more.
Clouds rush and deposit water to the baren land below,
Dormit seeds pull their covers and begin to grow.

Soon the earth appears with colors from living things,
The once proud Indian people it has neglected to bring.
History has been lost but maybe there will be a trace,
These people were driven out and it’s such a disgrace.

Oscar Elizondo
Copyright ©2008 OscarElizondo

Such A Disgrace

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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The first people to roam American are dieing.

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