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