u.s history homework
Date: Sep 30th, 2004 1:06:13 pm - Subscribe
Mood: native american like
You Take the Land, the Soul of our Culture
My people are scared
These white kind are taking over our mother
This land is for all; my people should not have to be scared
Our food is getting killed, the buffalo, by the white cowboys
Their cattle is over gazing on this land, tearing the earth’s hair out one by one
They have their own wars on their range, the land is for all
I rode with my people; our usual ride was cut off by these boundaries, cutting us off from the land.
Barbed wire, they call it, there is no use, we wouldn’t take your things, and we just want the land too.
They group my people with others as if we are the same creek is different than Cherokee, Seminall and others, we are not the same
We own the land, as we want to, we use the land so others can use it too
You take the land, make it your own, kidnap the soul of our culture
My people and I won’t leave, not without our say
You ranchers can withstand the harsh winters; you will soon give up and give us back our land
We won’t move to reservations, this is all our home, we won’t leave, and this is our land too
Put down your guard, take down your fences, don’t kill our food, and let your animals free
We will show you how to survive, don’t kill us, we are not savage
We are people like you, cant you see, stop cutting us off from land, let us all share, we can bring our mother earth peace.
My people are scared
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u.s history homework
Date: Sep 30th, 2004 1:04:48 pm - Subscribe
Mood: natural
The land is our Satan, Shattered hopes and dreams
The land is our Life, it will guide us, and it will let us survive or die
I came for the land, to prosper and use it the way it was meant to be used
The land will destine us, giving us battles we never thought we would withstand
My farming technique has changed out here; the land isn’t a welcoming as we thought it would be
My crops are dying that grew in the east; the land is killing us slowly
I can outsmart the land, planting things that can take the heat and torture, the dryness
I can outsmart the land, prosper the way I said I would, the bonanza farms will give me what I wanted
The land wont let me outsmart her, she can see right through us all
There’s animals that are eating away at my destiny, animals that are eating away at my life
There are storms that is the land, crying out to stop the tearing of its skin
There are fires that are the rage of the land, telling us to go home and leave her be
Gather up our new machines, our money is gone, our hopes and dreams are shattering
The land is our Satan
I came for a better life, new space, and a new freedom
The land is our Life, it will guide us, and it will let us survive or die
I came for the land, to prosper and use it the way it was meant to be used.
The land will destine us, giving us battles we never thought we would withstand
There’s a new wave of people like me, it’s a stampede of believers, a stampede of outreached hands
They have the work there, we all need, and easy money falls out of the sky
Our big companies can get a kick out of this, providing us with tools, while they suck up our money they know we will give
Pan in hand; I will walk everyday to get my riches before I leave
Gold rushes down the streams there, watch where you step, don’t want to trip over some gold too
People running with me, they soon fall, die of starvation and disease and give up all hope
People running with me, don’t leave me here, don’t go home
Where has the gold all gone? Where am I supposed to go now?
Boomtowns to ghost towns, hopes to failures, faith to greed, let me straggle home
The land is our Satan
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not sure why i wrote this
Date: Sep 30th, 2004 1:02:28 pm - Subscribe
Mood: deep
Will Someone Catch me on my way down?
Standing at the cliff
Looking at my fall
Thinking
Will someone save me?
Will someone catch me on my way down?
Standing next to me
Looking at my life
Wondering
Was it worth nothing?
Was it a waste of time?
Standing at the edge
Looking at the breaking waves
Feeling
Loose stones stumbling down the rocks to the water below
A gust of wind attempting to pull me back
Standing with arms outstretched
Leaning over on my toes
Falling
Will someone save me?
Will someone catch me on my way down?
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