Short Seminole Poems

I am one of the disposessed
you took my land from the north 
east and west
you took my home and you
took the best,
how can my broken heart rest?
 you ran us south to the 
dark endless sea
to live in the swamp 
to survive and be free
seminole people
to renegades be
how can my broken heart rest?
there'll come a time 
when we'll go home again
a time when our troubles
will blow like the wind
a time when I'll say every man 
is my friend
and I'll see all those broken 
hearts mend....

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