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The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaty
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot the American buffalo
now the red man sings the blues
the white man put their people in chains
and the black man's grief accrues
the white house is to blame
the Government just the same
the white man broke the treaties
now the red man feels the blues
the white man did the dirty
and the black man he's abused
the white man has no conscience
but the red man has the blues
no the white man does not care
tho' the black man's overdue
the white house is to blame
the Government it is too
a delightful
sweetist singer
after the Lord's
heart
with perspectives
under
the shadow of
His hand
at points of need
at points of failure
ill-used
disapponted
disillusioned
distilled
truths&lessons
become
a poem
a voice of honesty
rehearsing
repeating
dwelling
on Him
in the experience
of defeat
blessing
a response
in wonder love &praise
all
pass before our mind
in pleas
to intercede
in devotion
beautiful confidene
that overflow
He
who sustains&
surrounds
an awareness
in a never failing love
in the face of mockery
&suffering
a counsel of hope
a refuge
to the heart
in satisfying mercy
a way of deliverance
by
transforming
power
within
" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
the one less traveled by and that has made
all the difference. "
Quote by - Robert Frost
I met a drummer in those woods
He sold me all his ill-used goods
He said that I should seek real change
Shake up the pieces – rearrange
The stride and gait of my pursuit
That whistling sound of whining flute
A draping flag they won’t salute
That sound well bent could be a hoot
Reshaped, reformed his useless trash
Now glistens with the sun’s panache
That road I took “less travelled by”
Has often made this “grown man” cry
And yet I still possess that urge
To down that road again diverge
©6/5/2023
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