They looked at the earth
like it was empty paper.

They drew a line.

They drew a line across the ocean

Nobody asked the water.
Nobody asked the mountains.
Nobody asked the people.

But the paper said
"no one made resistance"

The voice of conquest.

It calls memory silence.
It calls survival disappearance.
It calls invasion discovery.

They said
this land is the New World
as though history started
the day they arrived.

#poetry #colonization

But the land looked back
older than their language
older than their churches
older than their kings.

You can’t own the earth.

You can only forget
you belong to it.

Underneath the ink
the old world never disappeared.

The rivers still remember
their first names.

And the people . . .

well . . .

we are still here.

corner of #poetry and #colonization