|indian song (standard:poetry, 277 words)|
|Author: Anonymous||Added: Feb 16 2009||Views/Reads: 1330/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
song of the indian upon this land i look to keep but tracks of white man i do see he comes to take thats" not his own to pollute this land and sing his song He is a stranger to the red man eyes his ways of doing the red man despise he claims the land that not his own and with irons of death he takes red man home. he kills for not hunger sake leaving carcases behind in the sun he litters the forest without a sigh and the red man forest is barren of the bufflo cry his ways are strange in the red man eyes he kills for sport without a sigh and the land he takes with the power of blood his numbers are many and with irons of hurt in his hand he sheds the blood of the red man clans. he takes that which is not his own takeing the home of the red man setting some land apart to the red man to live as if this native home of the red man belonged to him. the great white spirit sees the deeds of all men even the white man ways are before the great spirit eyes and it is certain this great spirit sees the tears of the red mans"eyes vengence will come to the red man someday when all the woodland is gone and there is not the sound of the wild bird nor the sound of any beast of the fields or woodlands the white man will long for food and there will be none and then the tears of white mans" eyes will have begun" Tweet
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