Stigmata

I was free man, my Nation was great. Now, I am living in artificial Reservation. I was the master, but they took my possessions. They put stigmata on my Nation. They say it will be obliterated, your ancient language forgotten. Your Nation will be extinct. Look at their fire and fury, my hands are bleeding. They curse me with their words, punch me and push me till I fall. They restrained me as an elephant, lashed my back and forced me to Reservation. Drinking water they polluted and they call me, all degrading names.