Wisdom of the Ancestors
With time comes wisdom, that of our ancestors to possess,
A life lived with respect of all that lives and does so breathe,
When one is wrong, with experience, make right, to confess.
Native people lived here upon this same land, as their own,
Shared with the meek and mild, that every creature to exist,
Taking only a sustenance, to meet their needs, did condone.
As White men came, many took without asking, were wrong,
Made weaker people bow down, robbed them of everything,
Caused much pain and suffering, as if only they did belong.
Some poor ones were made to walk, to perish along the way,
Had the lands taken from them, as many lost what life did give,
A once grand life, no longer was bright, then as a somber grey.
Made to live on reservations, of very little food and needing care,
That neglect and poor homes now each had, unbearable to all,
The strongest saved the weaker ones, without any room to spare.
Some survived and became spokesmen for all, showing the way,
The power possessed by each soul, proved to meet their needs,
Now living in wealth and happiness, overcame all, to this very day.
The world still suffers from neglected good ways, all left behind,
Native bands are still together now, remembering their promise,
As the earth shudders from the cold, wise words come to mind.
The earth shall one day cleanse itself, because of wrongful times,
As too many bad ones try to take charge, doing awful bad deeds,
All will reap justice, the good and the bad, paying for their crimes.