Riding out on a wild pinto horse
In a dream like vision quest
I caught a glimpse of the future
Now how can I ever rest
My children of the future lost
Caged in a place of shame
Forgetting all the pride we knew
Before the white tide came
Though we won many battles
The war we must have lost
And I walk the empty lodges
Of those who paid the cost
Yet still I must ride out soon
To face the men in blue
Praying to the old gods
Asking them what must I do
Wishing for the peace I lost
Before I felt that vision quest
Waiting for the bullets pain
Perhaps my soul can rest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Sad and wistful, like a deep down pain that won't go away and carries on after you finish reading, for the injustice of history this still has not been put right.
Sheila
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I Must Agree,
with Ms. Sandy. I feel your rhyme was apt, the flow and theme flawless. You left an indelible image in the mind of this reader.
Niaish
Silent Hawk
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WONDERFUL POEM
John, Your poem touches the heart of the reader. How the native American suffered by the hands of the white man who came to settle the land. Disease and war brought so much suffering to the Indians. Their only crime was to live on the land others wanted.
Thank you for sharing. The depth of this poem is stunning and heartfelt. Blessings to you.
Wonderful rhyme and flow as always.
Hug my friend, Sandy
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