 | AKAA Noble Savage
As America expands,
The white men push us off our beloved land,
They come and remove us by force from our homes,
And instead of leaving our homeland alone,
They burn our villages to the ground,
And ashes are the only things that are left to be found,
And when they took us to our new place of stay,
All that we could do was hope and pray,
Knowing there is always tomorrow,
Helps us cope with our sorrow,
But it bewilders me,
Why are American Indians the ones the white man has condemned,
What could we have done possibly to cause them trouble,
Besides the trouble they have caused for us is double,
The land where they placed us not much blooms,
Which makes me worry my tribe might be doomed,
For we have people dying of starvation,
Oh sprits give us our salvation,
Make these evil men go away,
So once again we can live without dismay,
All these men are doing is causing us Indians ravage,
The White man (a.k.a the Noble Savage).
Written by Brooke Silverman
Submitted by Brooke Silverman |  |
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