My beginning;
Picks up where they left us
My beginning;
Picks up where they ended.
My purpose;
to carry on tradition;
Not the best start,
But not all unpaved roads lead to perdition.
My mission;
wasn’t given, I had no choice but to accept.
A stolen man; toiled over stolen land.
This mission, this vision;
Is for the Ancestors of my tribe,
The Nowhere Clan.
We had no decision
In our condition then; so, I choose to reject it,
And accept my mission when;
Asked to return to “The Prime Land”
in what’s left of this tin can.
I have no history or memory of what they call “The Prime Clan”
It’s a mystery as to how I will make it there
With this uncharted flight plan.
About the Creator
Joseph Francisco
Joe Francisco currently resides in Ewa Beach, Hawaii with his wife, Hazel, and their three year old daughter, Novyse. Joe's experiences in his work and life are the inspiration for his poetry.
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