To unfamiliar lands, the missionaries came,
With faith professed, but shadows cast in shame.
Their Christian guise concealed a darker plan,
Imperial aims, expanding rule began.
Hostility veiled in sanctity's guise,
Aggression masked by prayers to the skies.
Militarism marched with scripture in hand,
Colonial conquest, subjugation's demand.
In the name of God, they sought control,
Unfriendly forces taking heavy toll.
Assaultive deeds in the name of grace,
Demonizing others, a relentless race.
Indigenous tongues silenced, erased,
Cultural history stripped, disgraced.
Families divided by oppressive might,
Murder and genocide cast a chilling light.
Yet, amidst the darkness, resistance rose,
A fight for freedom, as truth exposes.
For every chapter stained with blood,
A call for justice, a plea for good.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
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