The True Americans
They are powerful,
They are the “great ones.”
They are thoughtful,
They are the “true ones”.
Some Traders long ago made Them march a long trail
A long trail that was said to lead them to the “Promised Land”
It was the “Trail of Tears” and there was no such a land for Them
The Traders lied and watched Them weaken and die
They are not “Savages”,
They are not “Indians”,
They are marvelous,
They are Native Americans.
All this is Their land and those Traders took it
They treated the Traders with kindness
And the Traders betrayed them
The Traders said that They didn’t “deserve” this land
They are powerful,
They are the “great ones.”
They are thoughtful,
They are the “true ones.”
The Traders said they were weak
They were not weak the Traders were weak
The traders only wanted Their land to look for “gold”
They lived for so long “without” gold.
They are not “Savages”,
They are not “Indians”,
They are marvelous,
They are Native Americans.
The Traders now call themselves “Americans”
The Traders now say that Immigrants should go back
The traders are immigrants too
Why don’t the Traders go back and give the “True Americans” their land?
Copyright © Jewels Chavira | Year Posted 2012
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