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| Grandmas' Roaring Spirit A warrior woman...her hair black and long. A little bit of weak, but a whole lot of strong. Belief in her people and life upon her land, stripped of her past by a non-nation hand. Why did you, 'nation', treat her in this way? You broke her loving heart and her yesterday. The life that she used to live - exist never more, only in my mind and soul. I hear her spirit roar! A double minded nation...half truths in their eyes, broke the Indian Nation with no truth in the why's. Taking our peoples land and using it in greed, "Slay the Indian Nation, no matter what they need!" Well, Grandmother's spirit...it roars very loud. She speaks in the wind and makes me very proud to be of the past, to make my voice heard... among a thoughtless nation, without truth in their word. Still I wear my hair...in length to my desire... wear my shoes of leather for a nation to admire. You are intrigued as to what my mind contains, so you dig up the graves...to see what still remains. The only past I know of is the one you took away - you took away our land and you do it still today. We still have control of a nation you know not, deep within our souls...a nation we've still got. Beating of the ancient drums ...the language we still speak, a life cutting deep within...forever, we shall seek. You can never take away this unity of love... Grandmothers voice roars so greatly from above. Oh, heartless nation! Try as hard as you may - the hoofs of running horses, they get closer everyday. The eagles eyes are watching, they see for many miles as guards for my people from the nation in denial. Not my nation, but the nation whom has stole land from a people with hair black as coal. Land full of riches and souls of bronzed skin, land which holds the blood from whence it all begin. The aged, the young, the sleeping, the awake... in greediness you murdered and took what you could take. You still control what we can and can not do, upon our peoples land, which, don't belong to you. I, too, have a dream...one you know not of. Deep in a nations soul...who knows of great love. Unlike you, we do not live to look better then most, looking down on the poor, flash riches and boast. We strive in strength, we stand with our brothers... watching the backs of our children and our mothers. Striving to assure them of a future with a past, like the fire in their hearts....a future that will last! You...oh lying nation...with crossed hearts and fingers, will soon feel the wrath of a peoples spiritual lingers. Bodily I will not fight, but the prayers I say shall... peace will soon cover the fighting and the hell. You, too will have to answer for the things you have spoke, and turned all around...the promises you broke. To a nation which takes in selfishness and greed, what did you teach all children with such an ugly seed? |
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