The Lament
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*Perhaps I should indicate that I am not Native American, nor am I trying to appropriate their culture or heritage. I wrote this as a sort of contemplation, from a first-person perspective. I hope my effort is not perceived as offensive. I have only respect and admiration for the Native American Nations and their cultural histories.
The Lament
We followed where they went.
We cried to them on occasion.
They were guides, intelligent hunters
and companions.
We would sing by our fires
and they, by moonlight.
We were curious of them,
and they of us,
each optimistic of the other.
Food grew scarce for us,
scarcer still for them.
Strangers were taking,
stealing and wasting.
We all wasted away,
us and they.
When the wolves went silent
we followed where they went.
9/18/16
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