I am a Refugee También
I was born a Hutchinson, to Alexander blood.
My grandparent’s came from Patterson’s and Mc Farlane’s.
I am brown-skinned with Euro-negroid features;
A part of me is of Scottish ancestry.
History tells me, perhaps, that Grenada is not my land,
That the Caribs and Arawak’s were inhabitants long before
My ancestors, both white and black, English and French,
Traversed a Middle Passage some 550 years ago,
In which some 20 million died, to satiate the invaders greed.
Yet I do not encourage hatred or resentment.
This world evolves, without which,
I could not grow, have no identity.
After all, the Red Indians traversed the North American continent,
Long before the Europeans came;
The Incas and Aztecs in Peru, long before the Spaniards.
The first flow of Anglo-Saxons came in the 5th Century,
Dwelling in a land inhabited 800,000 years before.
We are all the refugees of fate, it dances on our foreheads.
Current life, like the old, will inevitably bring yin and yang,
Like a swinging Pendulum, down, with the Ignorance,
Up, with progress; balanced, by the Light of Love.
Perhaps Mother Sun can free us from our greed,
Encouraging a recognition that all life is sacred,
That we are one interconnected flame of Truth.
I am a refugee tambien. Shangti chufu ni
30th September, 2017. Manatita, The Lantern Carrier.
A prayer of acceptance and hope
" O Lord, into the depths of the abyss You came and shared my sorrow." - Manatita
A Glimpse of the Middle Passage
The plight of refugees
How should we solve this?
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