The People

My way of seeing things.

They were a beautiful race.
With their raven black hair,
and their dusky tan skin.
They fought for their homes,
and fought for their lands.
They even fought for family
and friends.
through the hardships and
pains they stood side by
side as if they were one.
The whites were full of greed,
and the red man killed out of need.
They took it all away even
thier hides but through it all
they kept their pride.
I have always felt a sort of
connection to their past and fight.
Nothing can erase the wrongs
or the pain.
The great people have suffered since
the great ships came.
Once this land was open and free.
They raced their great ponies
across the great plains.
They held their heads high
with much dignity and pride.
I wish I could say I came
From that Great Race.