This poem is based on how Native Americans in America felt during the 1800s. What do you think?
False Promises
He comes, the white man
To take our beloved land
He comes to stop the ways of our clan
With one wave of his hand
Sitting Bull, what should we do?
We don’t want pieces of land
Nature will start everything new
This was what the Great Spirit had planned
False promises, these white men made
One by one, all useless
Great Spirit, come to our aid!
These compromises are all aimless
Moved off of our land for money
Injustice is what these white men bring
These men are too cocky
This is what the Great Spirit sings
White men want the gold
White men want our land
Our land, we have already sold
They want the sign of our hand
False promises, these white men made
One by one, all useless
Great Spirit, come to our aid!
These compromises are all aimless
We have been used
We have been cheated
We will attack unexcused
They shall be badly beated
Our sisters and brothers now gone
Sitting Bull has vanished with no one to guide
Will we see the light of dawn?
The things we agreed to were denied
False promises, these white men made
One by one, all useless
Great Spirit, come to our aid!
These compromises are all aimless
2006-10-03
11:27:48
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