The Native "Savages"A Poem by MochaThe native american's point of view.An eagle soars Above the bitter land As we look up And wonder why We can’t be free Like the people who placed Us on this land like beasts. They call us “savage” But they kill for fun While we thank the earth For giving us sun They’ve killed our children And stole our land But we are still the “savages”. We try and keep Our sad cries at bay And instead look For a good day Where we can be free But still they all say That all we’ll be Are savages They had all stole our land from us for Their own greedy needs and still wanted more But they had taken all and caged us like fiends Leaving us with their debris They had callen a “truce” multiple times But it was always to commit crime They’ve killed our children and stole our land But we are still the “savages” We try and keep Our sad cries at bay And instead look For a good day Where we can be free But still they all say That all we’ll be Are savages © 2017 MochaAuthor's Note
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Added on December 7, 2017 Last Updated on December 7, 2017 Tags: native americans, history AuthorMochaChicago Suburbs, ILAboutJust a 17 year old with a passion for writing, astronomy, cosplay, photography, and being a general nerd. more..Writing
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