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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