Land

Once, we were all sojourned learners awakened
  seeking a home and some safer haven
  taking we wanted in our misbehaving.
Foreigners, aliens, wanderlust trail blazers with roots
  settling on this land serene and mute
  staked a claim with much dispute.

The natives here, the first true Americans untouched
  accepted all until we betrayed their open trust
and with time and weapons the bodies fell with mighty gusts
  as we pushed them down repeatedly with our land lust.
Today, so few remain of that simple race
  relegated to a reserved unseen patrolled place
  as hunters and settlers took their place.

Too few of us can say honestly we are unstained
  as the original people barely survived and remain
  deprived of liberty and freedoms in another's domain.
Today there is so much less of field and wood
  never once was it questioned if we should
  as we spoke need of the greater good.

Raped, the land, the rivers and the streams
  stealing away the hopes and natural scenes,
  where is the American dream?
Many people in this world remain rare
  each wanting more than their share
  some taking it without a care.

Build me a fire deep in the shaded tree woods
  let me keep it burning as long as  i could
  with smoke rise in memory of the nation that stood.
Let it send a message of hope, dreams and prayer
  a question without answer of God's despair
  at how we live down here.

Shed a tear, for every fear
  now deprived of natives, buffalo, rabbit, deer,
  too frequent the story reappears
  as history repeats itself in places far and near
ever the same story throughout the years.

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