The Cherokee Man Poem by Orwell Heinster

Hey Cherokee man, I want to shake your hand.
I am not part of your culture, I am not part of your land.
My kind stole and cheated and beaten with pressure.
At the heart of all evil lies white blood treasure.
Hey Cherokee man, I want to hold your hand.
I am not part of your culture, I am not part of your plan.
Our mind is different, I don't speak for myself.
If i did i'd assume we could try and find help.
And why let your people wither away.
To find solid souls lost in decay.
Don't worry my friend, for at last you found.
A way to destroy, the white treasure at hand.