Yesterday at the looking glass arch I learned a shocking fact about the bears ears national monument: Trump sold this public land to private oil digging companies. That means in a few years this land that we visited yesterday will be destroyed. During english class I wrote this poem about bears’ ears and national monuments’ future destruction.
Sacred Land
The beautiful lands, dry and quiet
No soul to see but angels watching
The house across the road – empty
My face turned to the warm sun
Sand blown off the dunes
Time is ticking, never stops
Ancient Aztec temples untouched,
But not for long
Hungry monsters waiting for their call
To rip open mother’s lands, digging for the treasure
All the love forcefully taken
No peace no more.
The pocket watch runs faster and faster
Mother holding me in memory
No time left for the holy land
Only a pulpit with candles and
memories of what we’ve lost
–Gisela Victoria Geyer