Where the Ancestors Gather

Where the Ancestors Gather

I weep! I scream for the ancestors.
Men and Machines dreg at her scared sand bar
built into an Island.

A place to pray.
A place to call on the ancestors
When oil spills. Who else can we turn to?
Not the army corp of engineers !!!

Oh Scared Island where the River turns.
Why? Why?! Why must you destroy her!
She did you no harm. Not like you gonna run
The Love Boat up to Morgan City.

Free the river, let it flow.
Stop the dredging let it go.

-Barry Sons Aug 2014-

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