"what those dead bones and skulls have to say?"

What those dead bones and skulls have to say?

“Is it for this illegal trade for money,
did we lay our flesh, to be hawked upon,
hungry vultures swarmed around to
peck upon our bleeding sores?
“is it for the perpetuation of this
Colour consciousness and bigotry,
that we became one with the colour
of the sand of this land?
“is it for the word love bereft of love
that we were gored to this land?”
Gone are those days when you
were afraid of us, bones and skeletons,
We lost our sleep, our peace in our
Land of peace, our graveyard,
“every time we hear gunfires,shells,
there is a tremor of fear in our bare bones,
those scary bombs and missile
make a dent on our already rough frame,
don’t send anymore corrupt to us,
for we are at peace and perfect here.”