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Helplessly, silent;
we watched it being seized away, all our lands.
The Government-a fulltime bewitching whore
had promised Jobs. Industrialization. Power, Electric.
Everything went, Nothing came.

Now, landless, uprooted,
unsettled in a resettlement colony
we feast our souls on lucent memories-Of an earlier life.

When memory charts
familiar horizons
I often recollect-
that long ago rainy Sunday
in our crowded church,
Fr. Jose reading crisply
"Blessed are the meek
for they shall inherit the earth."