An Ode To The Motherland
Dear Hopland Tribe
By Michelle Hammock
Dear Hopland Tribe,
I am writing you today
To ask you for forgiveness
To ask for you to pray.
Dear Hopland Tribe,
I was a lazy member
I didn’t show for meetings
Or party in December.
Dear Hopland Tribe,
I took it all for granted
I assumed I’d always have
My inherent rights planted.
Dear Hopland Tribe,
I’m awake now, you see
I am disenrolled today
But you won’t stop seeing me.
Dear Hopland Tribe,
I can see everything now
With nothing left to lose
I stand without a crowd.
Dear Hopland Tribe,
You’ve turned me into a ghost
Haunting you relentlessly
In my every post.
Dear Hopland Tribe,
You can try and get rid of me
Your lies and your inherent ills
Your shame, I’ll always see.
Dear Hopland Tribe,
The prayer I asked before
Is for you, cause now I know
What you had in store.
I sign this note with all my love
And one more thing to say
You think you’ve won your right to lead
But I’ll be back one day.
So live it up and relish in
Your seat where you now rule
Cause Nature has a funny way
Of being just as cruel.