The blood of my Grandfather,
has inspired me to write.
A tragic tale of Native Americans,
who have been denied their rights.
To live on this land,
that they used to call their home.
Then to be herded together like cattle,
no longer allowed freedom to roam.
Blood of many great warriors,
has been shed upon these lands.
Pridefully giving their lives to the greediness,
of the new white man.
Though not all people,
felt the need for all this greed.
What was being done to these people,
did not go unseen.
The Native Peoples heritage,
didn't fit the plans.
Of our fore fathers dreams,
of this new American land.
I have learned many great things,
through the wisdom of these wise men.
In honor and respect, I share these few words,
in a smoke filled prayer, that I now shall send.
Contest: Native American People
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