Apalachee - the True American - Repost
As the sun downs through the trees
Greened leaves bow for the eve
This warrior sits and reflects
Alone he plays, it's his way to grieve
For this is no normal scene
What I view he has brought to our lands
His name "people of the other side"
Whose journey was not of his plans
This man who was once a boy
Was found wandering many years ago
Not far from a burnt out homestead
Where his families blood had flowed
Killed by a Mahican raiding party
This short one escaped their wrath
No tribe has escaped their rampage
Death and destruction is their path
Then came the day of anew
When an elder of the village had died
From a piece of wood he would play
The grieving family responded with cries
When we asked he remembered his past
For in his country this was their way
The pipes accompanied lost souls
Their skirl was their way to say
Today he sits by the stream all alone
This boy who grew into a man
He now lives the Apalachee way
Bringing his past to his future lands
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Soon, English will be lost as the main language in America.
Sadly, a European language takes over, whilst the true die!
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