Lost tribes

My ancestors called me last night
while I traveled silvered dream

They told me of my history
and where my path has strayed

Images of battle and blood
pain of long ago forgotten

Their land and lives were stolen
by this country I call home

Not many see the plight they lived
only through children's games

The proud heritage they lost
has been shoved aside by me

I now reflect upon the past
war paint upon my dreams

Their broken nations forgotten
but the spirit lives on in me

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[Emily B]

you should check out manyantlers . . . he is a wise one, college educated, grandfather of the Ho Chunk Gra nation

and he writes of his journeys here at the cafe