Sacred- Native American poem

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Sacred

They came from the north, the south, and the east.
Begging to partake in forgiving feast.
Went back on their word, running us dead.
Skinning our young, streams run red.

Chasing us from our holy lands
Slitting our necks, split up our clans
Whipping our old with switch and rod.
Please help us, O’ Eagle God

They take our crops, eat our venison
Your rats poison our women and men
Blood and toil, no place to run
Pride blown apart by the white man’s gun

Convert our belief, Jesus save us,
Don’t let the chains of promise, break with rust
Our life written in the stones and trees.
Live in honor, commit righteous deeds.

You push us farther west from our home
Kill all our game; O’ no more buffalo roam.
Called us devils, steal our wives,
Stab us with your sinful knives

We fight for peace, no way of knowing,
Up the river of Eden, forever rowing
They will win, our belief gone
The dead bathe in blood, Apache St.John.

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