Travelers Now and Then

Who is responsible for the state of an eye view?

We came by the dozens and colonized just a few.

Through miles of blue sky’s and water a plenty,

Traveled the distance, while suffering gently.

Men with horses and women in Carriage,

Making a nation of runaways and inbred marriage.

Failures come and go, as well as young life.

Here is a shadow and an open knife.

What was once a peaceful world

has now been converted into a shutter,

of broken conflicts and outspoken regrets.

Shall I consider the crutch that holds people down?

A substance that kills individualism,

and returns way down.

Empty heart, soul slightly frail.

Inhuman thoughts while realism fails.

Who chose these travelers to such a cruel fate?

Who has long before my time stopped them all in their place?

Brought down by force, struggle to get back on my feet,

Long walk to travel, the road incomplete.

At this point all it is, is embrace,

People will shove failure to its resting place.

Mauro Rosales, Jr.

Los Angeles, CA