Many Questions, Few Answers

by Kiera S.

When will they leave our home?

Now?

Later?

Never?

Why are they letting their horses stomp momma’s garden?

For Fun?

For Anger?

Or Hate?

Do they really need to chomp down the peach tree?

No!

Maybe?

Yes! (or so they think)

What sparked the blaze from the fire that used to keep me warm?

Nature?

Spirits?

Or Men?

To where are the Long Knives taking us away?

Home?

A Mesa?

Or to the Unknown?

Why do we march across the land?

No thoughts can answer that.

Will our lives ever return to the way we had it?

Yes?

Maybe?

Never?