Wednesday, November 20, 2024

Here I sit

Here I sit
On my assigned reservation
Waiting for a monthly allotment of whisky
With reluctance and hesitation
Waiting for moth-eaten blankets
And the Salvation Army clothes
How will my people survive this
No one really knows
What happened to our culture
What happened to our home
What happened to the time
When wild buffalo roam
They've stolen our waters
They’ve stolen our trees
They murdered our leaders
They put us down on our knees
They've stolen our lands
They’ve stolen our wives
They call it American
They've stolen our lives
© 2024 Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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