Marc Pallanes Poet I do not know?

Treasures Lost

Hold my pipes 
Hold my feathers
With this i'm trusting you 
With our greatest treasures

One to pass among each other
Maybe talk about peace
Maybe talk about our lands
Not disturbing our deceased

One to fan the flames of progress
Put back the fire in our souls
Fan the flames of the future
Free of all controls

 Now they control our treasures
 It's time we strung our bows 
Take back our pipes and feathers
Take back the lands we know
                          PALLANES

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Connie Marcum Wong December 16, 2018 at 9:31 PM In the spirit of those never to be forgotten until justice prevails! Outstanding Marc! Congratulations on your wonderful win!

Susan Ashley December 15, 2018 at 5:58 PM I enjoyed the progressive tone of your beautifully expressive poem, Marc. Exceptional imagery and inspiring emotions. Congratulations on your wonderful win. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Vladislav Raven December 15, 2018 at 12:48 PM Hi Marc, congratulations on your win in the contest with this excellent write. Well deserved my friend. Have a wonderful weekend....Mike.

Carolyn Devonshire December 15, 2018 at 11:48 AM Marc, your poem truly captures the voice and spirit of Native Americans. I have read poetry written by Native Americans and that last verse could easily have been penned by one of them. Congratulations on your win in Line's contest. Sending wishes for holiday cheer, Carolyn