12/24/0 10:40 am
They used to run free, roam nomadically
with a purpose
to try to find something to eat
They used to know where the best places for a certain crop of food could be found and when
They were once free...
their numbers increased and could be seen
for miles around and heard before they were seen
cuz the sound of their steps caused the plains to rumble
and
tremble as though it were trying to crack the earth in two
Yet, they too, were an obstacle looming largely on the road to progress...
a nuisance, a pest, a wild beast who couldn't and wouldn't be tamed
so instead, they were maimed
heads cut off
tongues cut out
sometimes their hides were torn off
while others looked on
tears in their eyes
nothing they could do cuz if it wasn't them they harmed, it was gonna be you
wandering the plains starving
going insane
finding only that..
they too felt their pain as they saw their rotting remains
go to waste
and heard their own stomachs ache with hunger pains
no respect, no honor, not killed for a purpose
they who once roamed free
with a purpose
"many black ones" is what qweyqway means
seen across endless prairies, from miles around...
Killed purposely, not by the hand of God
Killed by man's greed and lust for money and things
Now, they are removed from their homeland
Caged inside pens
and pastures a fraction of the amount of their original homeland
No longer do they control when where and why they go
now it is so
that they still yearn to run free, even after generations have ceased to be free
testing every fence for a volt of electricity
cuz if it doesn't shock, they push and shove the fence hard
to break down that wall which separates them from the world outside
this land was their's
they haven't forgotten
its everyone else who has b/c
it wouldn't be practical to let loose a herd of wild
Buffalo.
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