For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my my searching days
Again their spirit lives
I can’t help feeling pit,
sympathy in my heart,
the tragic life of the Indian,
and their land they had depart.
The conquering of peace,
by greed in all its ways,
“we’ll make a deal with you”
the phrase that let’s death stay.
The love that these red man had,
showed in their harmony with nature and life,
necessity justly taken,
greed just not their way of life.
So forked tongues came to visit,
and acquired the red man’s land,
by fine print in their peace pipes,
and a buzzer in their hand.
So, the Indians were abused,
by no fault of their own,
the stampede that crushes peace,
the meat taken from the bone.
The next to last stand for life,
passed before our eyes,
but, again their spirit lives,
this one the white man can’t buy.