Buggies

[Bunx]

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Man these engines make explosions
on the rough
dirt road.

Traveling eastward
more into America, lands
I do not know.

Where do we go?
These wheels must take us
to the brink of discovery.

Discovering you after me,
a place where we can be.
Something big or something small.

The land of milk and honey.
People mining and riding
to the edge of our land.

For a pile of gold or a
baked delight. Destroying
what we once were in.

A world of native culture
that turned into sin.

Buggies going to and fro.
When I was a child,
I looked forward to the horse
drawn night.

Now a look around
seeing a blur of colors
on a landscape I have
never seen.

America. Witnessed
by me.