braveheart

women, children, land, money, glory, what are these things without freedom?  nothing.  and what is freedom without these things?  nothing.  so why do we chase after such things?  my heart longs to be free, but my find wonders what my heart wishes to be free from.  my feet long to walk on unspoiled ground, but my eyes cannot find it.  my ears wish to listen to nature as god had intended, and my nose to sample wild air; but there is none left.  each morning i am greeted with the pale face of death.  he wears my skin.  in his eyes i see my own. sunken, and filled with grief and care.  my skin rides on his face like a sack of burlap and dries itself on his bones.  yet, with all this, my heart continues to bleed and struggle on.  i feel as though i were rotting, like an abandoned house left to the wild.  no one resides in my shell.  the soul of my people have long since been bought, traded, and killed.  there is nothing left for me here.  i must become as my face, pale, a ghost.  i must be brave.  my heart must be brave.

i am pale-face

who am i?  i am pale-face.  i am white by skin color.  from what people do i come from?  none. the pale-faces like me are divided, usually amongst themselves, mostly amongst themselves.  what is my name?  to be precise, it really doesn't matter.  pale-faces really have no names.  they have christian names, sure; but they really have no names.  for all intents and purposes you may call me pale-face, and i will be happy.  for that is what i am.  the real people on this earth have color in their skin.  some are dark, some are fair, but all have color.  only the pale are not a people.  why?  because we are divided, man against man, man against woman, man against child, and woman against child, all are divided.  there is no unity.  you ask about the white man culture i presume.  what culture do we have?  we beg, borrow, kill, and steal for others' culture.  you ask why we are so prominent and powerful i presume.  of course, who can contain the anger and wanderings of ghosts?  i am pale-face.  i am of a people who long ago left their calling as people to become ghosts of earth.  ravaging it and the people in it.  i am a ghost.  a soul without a home or a people.  i am pale-face.