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I Rose Again and Again Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again. A great man in his pride Confronting murderous men Casts derision upon Supersession of breath; He knows death to the bone Man has created death. By: W.B.Yeats, for Karijinbba ~~ The malice of thiefs injured me nearly killing me st only age five; Men (beasts) in uniform Greedy Feds killed my father five brothers and all grown man and boy in my Purhepetcha Indigenous tribe for the greed of my father's land Man created death repaing evil for my good from the riches of my forest land they ate and lived as kings while I barely survived, but take heed I did rise. On my father's shoulders my seahorse kind of dad beloved he carried and adored me my future he could read perfectly in our starry night sky and love for me happened exactly as dad had predicted it would be from my fathers heart I thrived and I rose and men I did love despite treason by few ~~~~~ By:Karijinbba/AA.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 1:23 AM UTC
From My Father's Land Queen Of The Forest I Rose