0116 Betrayal [07 November 1997]

Upon a crested mountain I see,
A village full of hopes and dreams.
Where tradition is carried out
And elders weave
Tales of heroes
And tales of death.
Welcoming the people
Who came across the sea
Who, in which
Turned their backs on them
And now we see the anger held,
By the people,
White, black, yellow and red.

About taikodragonjkf

Member of Spokane Taiko. Poet. Karaoke singer. Love cats and baseball.
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