Indians
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America was made
To be great.
From the small towns to businesses,
It was all so great.
Until one day settlers came along.
From Columbus to Addams,
They started out strong.
They come
From the great sea
Wanting everything
Taking all
We try to talk,
Reason
These beings
So rough and alien
"What did we do to you?" the chief asks in his head
His people's feet are bloody from the miles they'd tread
Not a prayer could forgive
The injustice done
On sacred grounds
Or the blood split
Or Trail of Tears.
Nor could one admit
The hyprocrisy
That made a people
Undone.
The tingling sensation felt in my fingertips.
The crevices of our hands joined together by an inseparable bond.
The excitement and commotion caused by the fluttering insects leaping in my stomach.