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Red With Native Blood

Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
We have soiled it so, with our hands,
red with native blood.
The earth was stained, when we first came,
red with native blood.
We stole their domain, with a barbaric claim:
that we were civilised and they were not,
that they were the savages and we were not,
when we ravaged the land that began to clot,
red with native blood.

Not content with genocide
we interned them in reserves.
To break their culture
and tribal ways;
in stealing children
the state was brave,
to turn their women
into household slaves,
and hope their men would die,
unmourned, in lonely graves;
a problem to us no more.

Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
Acknowledge their just demands,
wash the stains from our hands,
give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
David SmithWhite

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The color of my life

I remember…
Her pouty red lips, when she wouldn’t get her way
The blush in her cheeks when her hand grazed mine
The freshly picked hibiscus that clung in her hair
And the mosquito bite that she wouldn’t stop scratching

The red and white striped hat
Atop the cat of the book we used to read
The little red shoes she wore for Halloween
And the six little flames flickering on her birthday cake

The color of my young fingertips
When she squeezed my hand in hers
As the spots of blood leaked from her fallen knee
Flushing her tear stricken cheeks red

The color of the first Valentine card I gave to her
And the color of the last rose, I almost gave to her

The color of the burning sky
As we both silently waited for our parents to come
The bright red brake lights of her parent’s car
Leaving the school and me behind

The color of the balloon that slipped out of her hand
And floated out into the eternal blue sky
I remember… the red in my life
Jeffrey Lee

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Red Birds

The cards stadium is gone
and with it so many memories
our first game and ball
and our first autograph card

meeting our favorite players
and we can't forget fredbird
having our hearts soar
when we see our beloved red birds

we chant the red birds
at the beloved bush stadium
seeing and watching
the Cardinals fly

making it to the world series
with one of our final actions
trying to prove to all
the red birds wont die

we won our division
but lost the world series
however we did help break
the Boston Red Sox curse

Bush stadium is now gone
memories are all we have left
of the red birds stadium
were they first learned to fly

the new stadium is up
with memories on the way
but will it be the same
or just bring tears to our eyes

red birds migrated
to a new home this year
to fly on new air
and fly to the world series.
Shauna Stoltz

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Vietnam Travel Haiku - Muine Red Sand Dune

Muine red sand dunes
money glides into
children's pocket

Muine red sand dunes
between the mounds
children run for customers

Muine red sand dunes
the child's plea
to use her sled

Muine red sand dunes
between the mounds
the child's plea to use her sled

Muine red sand dunes
between the mounds the wave
of children's plea to use their sleds

It was just a smooth plastic sheet one can use to slide down the sand dune. The dune was really a magical sight, red and undulating like a desert. There was also a white sand dune which i did not visit as it was far away. The dunes enable children to earn some pocket money by pandering to tourists love for children. The slide down the dune is an enjoyable experience.
john tiong chunghoo

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