Day 15:

Lullaby

I:jeh. Shake off shackles from your eyes
Throw off the comforter in which you're laid
Thick in colonial luxury and lies. 
I:jeh.

Blood rusted razor unravels your braid
To twist it with ribbons of enterprise
To soak it in sweet shades of lemonade.

Drift off to your Stockholm syndrome demise,
All sovereignty and savage unmade
By the slow lullaby of genocide.
I:jeh.

ABOUT THIS POETRY FORM

The Roundel is an English poetry form

It is an 11 line poem.
It has three stanzas: quatrain, tercet, quatrain
First words of the first line are repeated (R)
Rhyme: ABAR / BAB / ABAR
No syllable count but the lines are consistent except for the repeated lines which are more concise. 

This was an interesting form to fiddle with. The repetitiveness of it made me feel like there needs to be a message attached. So I wrote a message to my sleeping self. 

Cayuga Langauge
I:jeh (ee-dzay) Wake up.