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Are We Not Brothers, Made From The Same Dirt, Tribute to Philip Freneau

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Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2020
Rhyme, ( Written for new blog-- a blog not posted yet ) 

Note:
I presented this ahead of the third poem in my new series
started on the first of this month. Had to get it on -tho'
it was composed asa part of a new blog( blog yet to be posted)
in which I pay tribute to Philip Freneau, the poet and his
magnificent poem titled, The Dying Indian. This is in 
addition to my vow to finish up about 80 poem fragments, 
also present about 60 old poems finished written decades ago
and even continue to compose new poems. A daunting task set,
even tho' my organizing skills have flown south and my failing
memory wrecks havoc along with my other current obstacles.
Wish me luck, I am most assuredly going to need it ..RJL 

Are We Not Brothers, Made From The Same Dirt, (Tribute to Philip Freneau and his poem, The Dying Indian) Are We Not Brothers, Made From The Same Dirt I welcome you sweet dawn, soft break of day As your vibrant voice sounds, seeming to say Lad, I bid you relief from dark and gray Feel my coming golden rays and rejoice So precious life's gift, giving love free voice Embrace your honor, honor that wise choice- You are of braver heart, red is your blood You are red-man, Native pride your soul floods You hunt ancestral lands, wade tidal muds, There amidst tall trees, beauty of the glades You young lad are of pure Native blood made Spirit must stay strong, as your time soon fades In dreams, you sail to paradise isles You race through countryside for miles and miles Live, soon your tribes will become sad exiles- As you dare the great beast to your soul fight Search mysteries that hide truth out of sight Know that same hungry beast, will your race smite! Alas! Fate's wicked hands, its evil sends. Stopping mercy, from which Heaven descends. I beg mother earth, this carnage avert Heal dark souls of men, stop such coming hurts Are we not brothers, made from the same dirt Do we all not cry, the same red blood bleed Are we all not sprung from weak mortal seeds In pain, do we not, to same Father plead- Will violence and death, your greed absolve Can we seek to, our differences resolve Must destruction serve as means to evolve, Is what will be gained, a treasure to you Shall we learn to love, same sky's glowing blues Share life's sweet gems, paying brotherly dues Walk lit paths, love flowering meadows too- Live serving peace and discover anew Enjoy a rainbow's hope, its many hues? Alas! Fate's wicked hands, its evil sends. Stopping mercy, from which Heaven descends. Robert J. Lindley, 9-07-2020 Rhyme, ( Written for new blog-- a blog not posted yet )

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Date: 9/8/2020 10:53:00 AM
massive piece of art expressed with such depth of words, robert...peace matters!..huggs
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Robert Lindley
Date: 9/9/2020 2:21:00 AM
Thank you my friend. I consider myself very blessed to have discovered poetry at a very early age. To have had a teacher encourage my writings and Poetry's gift of its light to have been given me. Now I journey onward with high hopes that I can by writing encourage and in some way help others. God bless..
Date: 9/8/2020 9:14:00 AM
Kudos my friend for your awesome talents--not many can write such long poems in rhyme, as you do, with much ease. You have a gifted pen. I really like the wonderful sentiments that you expressed in this poem--they are the essence of this write. A FAVE for me, Robert.
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Robert Lindley
Date: 9/9/2020 2:17:00 AM
Thank you my friend. Truth is poetry has become a second language to me , it seems. Writing is a joy and sometimes it is a must. Oft I can write a new poem and suddenly find the day has grown deeper, brighter and a sense of peaceful calm manifests itself. God bless...
Date: 9/7/2020 3:10:00 PM
Underneath a millimeter of skin, we are all alike... A great tribute to that young man...
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Robert Lindley
Date: 9/7/2020 6:39:00 PM
Thank you my friend. Never truer words said, we all have souls and are children of God. Although we live apart and seek different things we all still must one day perish and be judged.. God bless..