The Native "Savages"

The native american's point of view.

An eagle soars

Above the bitter land

As we look up

And wonder why

We can’t be free

Like the people who placed

Us on this land like beasts.

They call us “savage”

But they kill for fun

While we thank the earth

For giving us sun

They’ve killed our children

And stole our land

But we are still the “savages”.

We try and keep

Our sad cries at bay

And instead look

For a good day

Where we can be free

But still they all say

That all we’ll be

Are savages

They had all stole our land from us for

Their own greedy needs and still wanted more

But they had taken all and caged us like fiends

Leaving us with their debris

They had callen a “truce” multiple times

But it was always to commit crime

They’ve killed our children and stole our land

But we are still the “savages”

We try and keep

Our sad cries at bay

And instead look

For a good day

Where we can be free

But still they all say

That all we’ll be

Are savages

Author's Note

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