Not my people

Not my people

“They made us many promises. More than I can remember. But they kept one. They promised they would take our lands. Andthey took it.” Chief Red cloud of the Lakota nation

Why do I cry.

It was not my people,
Who died there.

But it is was my soul,
That died with them.

Apart of me was lost for ever,
Apart of me erased for ever,

Am I still human,
Am I still son of Adam,

Can the tears that fall,
Erase what I feel.

Dedicated To all the freedom fighters past and present

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