Bodies in the sand,
Conquerors from a foreign land,
Who bring their god
To replace our own

We decipher their language
At the end of a sword.
To them we succumb,
Slaving to the beat of a newer drum.

We bow to them, but
They bow to us.
To some extent, they
Need our trust.

But I am content
To sit back and watch.
All we are is another notch.

I’m only defiant with knees bent.


Nick B.