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Our Song

This is our song
He said to me
Sit right there
And I'll tell to thee
Our Story which
Is not too old
A tale the white man
helped to mold
He came from where
I do not know
Pale as freshly
Fallen snow
Made many promises
But kept only one
Took our land and
Left us none
When I look at the past
Eyes filled with tears
My home, my people,
My heart is seared
But I keep hoping
That maybe some day
We will not live
As we do today
And once again
We can walk our land
With no persecution
From the white man
As in the past
We shall be
Forever more
Proud and free

© David Lee Yellowmoon Rose

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