Poetry by a poet-Broken english
(Please read and enjoy. A amazing writer)
North American native tribes ——–today
A Poem by Broken english
When in Wounded knee so many hearts were kill
That was end , that was thrill
Agreement of shame
Send tribes from they own land
Into dusty reservations
Where nothing can be plant
Only dry air and dry sand
Fence wire all around
Like prison camp like punish
No more running wild
Through the open prairie
No more discover more territory
Send it chains into each soul
Free hunt don’t allow
Broken heart and broken arrow
Every morning weeping sorrow
Make low economic income
Make laws what make harder to live
But they cannot brake all souls
Traditions and rituals
History and presence
Nature and love
This is keep on life
From lost war
Gain what will never fall
Fire in between stones
Women make impact
Children are new seeds
Man can still be brave
So many young ones left
Cause
Hard to survive just on the bread
Hard to feel love
Hard to have happiness in mud
Circle of life
Twisting truth
Gods are happy
When you reach over own land
Show other people
What they never have
What they wish for
What is spirit in nature
Feathers are symbol bravery and humble
How women were rape
In reservations
And how many people really face it with law
If you are native
They cannot take to custody
What was past
Is still here
Hate forward to another culture
Still want take our small land
Rape our women
Teach children about logic numbers
Where will be end ,,,,,,,,,,,,where
I can see all tribe nations
Like nations with great hopes
Inside of them
So many beautiful and amazing things
Alternative for greedy number system
Religion with no fake end
Cause end dont exist in universal circle
There is just centrum
Where all things influence each other
Where water and fire
Are one in human heart
Where is you
Inside floating air
You can see all
If you really care
Like river in the land
Like stones on the fields
Like eagles on the sky
Like women with child
Like man protector
All became one great flame
Times goes own way
All people who came here
One day they were gone
Like day in evening sun
We are who stay here
Cause we know how survive
With minimum stuff
They say we in reservations
Live like in 3 world
We don’t have future
But still we are here
And we are not here alone
Our children
Some leave
But some stay
To something create
Beautiful pictures
Beautiful craving into stones and woods
Beautiful dress
Beautiful archery
Beautiful respect for everyone
We dont judge you
You judge yourself everyday
With each factory product
What you make
End will never be cruel
Silent smoke
Peaceful hearts
Reasons are
For us all same
LOVE
Beautiful!!!
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She is wonderful. I will add more of her work later.
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I’m in awe…
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I found her last week and I seek permission to re-post. She allowed me. Hit her name. She had many more on the Writer’s cafe. Iagree. She is wonderful.
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