Rage
We are all sinners none of us saints
But those who came before us
Were a powerful race
They made it their mission
To keep what was theirs
They did it with dignity
And some with despair
They showed us a way of life that they knew
Would help us survive in a world so new
But we took the advantage
And took away their rights
I wonder what it felt like
To sleep back in those times
Waiting for the scalping
Or the next woman raped
Waiting for the fires
The murders
The raids
They showed us their traditions
And sometimes their rage
Got the better of them
Why is that such a shame?
They had a right and they had a privilege
What if one day we had the same things
Happen to us: I wonder often this
Is this not how the enemies
Are treating us now?
©Copyright May 25, 2007
by Danielle N. Calhoun
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