by Ansikalden
Ours is a world of small proportions.
The barbaric natives chained us to this island,
Binding us in shameful Treaty,
Wresting from us our hard-won technological gains,
Subverting the foolish and easily confused among us.
Cameron, that traitorous vermin, revealing our wise purpose
To bring back some decent separation between us and them.
Atevi, tall and treacherous,
they don’t know friendship.
Animal eyes gleaming,
they don’t know love.
But we never forgot our wandering kin.
We waited while this alien Earth completed revolution after revolution around this alien
sun.
Ours was a heritage and destiny among the stars.
With our mind set, struggling intently but fruitlessly,
Recovery is now imminent.
Opportunities are endless with Phoenix in the sky.
In memoriam Deana H. martyred in our fight for our true heritage.