Long before the ships came sailing. Living here was the first nation. They sat within the circle. Inside dreams and sacred visions. At peace with mother nature. Earth, the moon and sun. They hunted what they needed. Then asked the beasts forgiveness. Many moons have come and gone. And the buffalo are few. In the valley of dead warriors. They ever weep sad tears. The white man came with lies. And his shallow little dreams. He stole away their future. Inside pain and degradation. We must ever walk in shame. From the pain ancestors cause. By the greed within sad lies. That destroys a nations people.
Copyright © Cecil Humphries | Year Posted 2012