Ten Little Indians
I've seen the Indians They came for their land The rivers and trees The mountains and sand Sometimes they're in pairs But more often alone We've been so busy How could we have known? Money distracts US The television attacks Our conscience of care Our knowledge of facts O' dear 'sleepers' Desensitized ones Drugged and obsessed Hiding your guns The time has come Warnings are gone I'm with whom I love With only my song As it was in the beginning It is now so in the end I hope that I did well enough To soar the skies again.
Ciera S. Louise c. May 20, 2006 |