Native Americans: A Poem in Their Honor
Savages, (you said) they were.
Unfit to live.
Tame or eliminate (you ordered).
the second option.
Does being civilized mean destruction
of the waters which sustain us?
of the air we breathe?
of the animals of the plains and forests?
If it does,
I should think
I'd rather be wild.
©rev. 1-30-11; 12-15-13 C.E. (Carl) Elias
© 2011 DzyMsLizzy
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