The wolf people
I have the power of the wolf.
In my tribe we live, and love our people.
The wolves, our guide.
I stand not afraid, as the white man brake us.
All I can do is protect what we still have.
The wolves surround us, giving us power.
We stand strong against the white man.
Our people did not die with shame.
For it’s the white man that has blood on there hands.
And those who died, live on through the wolves.
There spirit will live on forever.
The white man will never take that from us.
For we are the wolf people.
A contest entry
- Picture Prompt Contest 15 entries ... by mysticstorm.
600 points, ended December 24, 2008, 9 entries
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