Jack Cooper Poet Narrative

Oh Great Sky Chief Hear Me Now

Oh Great Sky Chief I'm standing here
On sacred ground remembering a day
When are people were so proud?
Oh Great Sky Chief it's me White Cloud
I have come before you on this sacred ground
Praying for the day our people are allowed
To live in the old ways

Oh Great sky Chief
Hear me loud for I stand here, still proud
I dream of a place where the white man
May never invade our space
When we can live one with the earth
Not leaving any trace of this very sacred place

Oh Great Sky Chief won't you shine upon your race
Don't let your people continue to live in disgrace
Help me to bring them to this very sacred place
Where we can live among ourselves face to face
We are the great Cherokee nation here our cry
We do not want to live a lie

This has killed the spirit of our nation
Oh, Great Sky Chief I must ask why 
We are tired of hearing no
When the white men are the ones
That forced us to leave our lands
Know this Great Sky Chief
We pray this to you, in all of the old ways
In hopes you know of such a place
It's me White Cloud hear me now hear me proud

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Caren Krutsinger May 7, 2018 at 9:31 AM I hear you now, I hear you proud. My drumming soul hears you too, and we are applauding you, Jack. Jack Cooper May 7, 2018 at 11:32 AM Interesting fact about white cloud in the later part of his life he became a Christian minister to bring his people to the one and only true God our Lord and master. I felt the poem was a tribute to his efforts to do such an amazing thing in his lifetime.