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
Comments: (1)
nyxbunny - September 30th, 2004 |
