Poems: The Theft Outright*

How to take back a stolen country, yes,

That's the oath of every citizen, the vow.

When truth is slain can men and women still bless

The dawn, the sweep of light across the brow

Of hope, that old faith in the land that was ours

Before the theft outright, that alternate truth,

Reality, combed over, spawns when courage cowers

And nature itself loses its claw and tooth?

Yes we can still bear us like the rivers,