Cry's

A poem from my heart that is near and dear to me.

Silence, can you hear them?
Listen it's the cry's of the
little ones.
They are crying for a land
that was taken away before
they were allowed to grow up.
Listen you can hear the cry's
of the old ones.
They cry for the way of life
that was ripped from under them.
They cry for the land that was
taken from them.
Listen and you can hear the cry's
of all the indians for what we
have taken from them.
Great Spirit in the sky hear my plee.
If I had been there I would have
fought with the great people to
save what was theirs.