Silent village stream

bears memories of past lives

history-keeper

i throw the object to the floor,
rip out its leg,
and slam it at the door,
cut out its face,
out of anger and rage,
but im still alive,
and the voodoo doll remains,
i scream and yell
and rip it apart,
in attempts of killing
my bitter heart.

statue stand, lean and tall,
i wrote the scriptures after all,
solid history to tell the truth,
i've been here forever,
standing beside you.

a thousand years,
of being watched,
no movements made,
no movements taught,
so we stood here forever
and watched us grow old
but we're made of cement
and our hearts made of gold.

if i could lay out my sad thoughts,
there'd be valleys of it.

I would die a thousand
deaths before you live
out the rest of your life.