Native American people had a set rule of living
The men hunted and protected
The women, cook, child mind and made clothing
To maintain both was an accomplishment.
The man when it's time to forage for food
Got ready their spears, arrows, bows and knives
These were the tools of their trade
Bringing home the buffalo, turkey, deer, salmon to survive
Nothing was wasted of an animal
They created weapons with the bones
Stomach acted as a water carriers
Skin or fur would be used for shelter and clothes
They were farmers also, with crops to plant
In doing this it gives them a place to live
A permanent residence along with other settlers
Their roaming days are over, peace is all they want
These proud people who were persecuted by most
Have survived and learned to live in peace
Are they treated fairly, or are classed as lower citizens
Their land taken, no compensation given, hopes crushed.
The before and after of a Native American life
From people being in awe of the tribes
To looking down on them regarding them as worthless
To be rounded up like cattle and put in settlements
But they will survive,they have survived.
Penned August 8th 2015
Sitting Eagle
This poem is for the Poetry Soup contest:
Tell His Story
By
Ross Levan
Mach 15 2011-03-15
Sitting Eagle rests, with a tree at his back,
Playing his flute, to scare a wolf pack,
They have been hunting and following him throughout the whole night,
Escaping great peril in mother forest and sister moonlight,
He is a warrior and never gives up in fights,
But 20 wolves against one man just isn’t right,
With moccasins on feet and cowhides for pants,
He looks like a North American Indian at least at first glance,
He might be your grandfather from another time,
He might even be a grandfather of mine,
Sitting Eagle rests, with a tree at his back,
He’ll get home safe if he follows his tracks.
It’s a Miracle
And if by chance you should survive
And turn your eyes
And see the great sky
Of heaven
And think to yourself
I am alive !
God must have a purpose
For everyone
Including me
It’s a miracle
Praise the Lord !
I am alive !
Thank you God……………
Yep
Tell that to
The three million six hundred Jews
Tell that to the gates of Auschwitz
Tell that to the latest and the next raped child
Tell it to three hundred years of ***** slavery
Tell it to the North American Indian
Tell it to The World Trade Centre
Tell it to The Khmer Rouge and Kampuchea
Tell it to The Killing Fields
Tell it to Rwanda
Tell that to the starving in Biafra
Tell it to the racial cleansing and rape camps of Bosnia
Tell it to the dead of Two World Wars
Tell it to Nagasaki and Hiroshima
Tell them it’s a miracle
And their luck just ran out