Through The Eys Of A Native Poem by Karl Jones

Man takes my land
He builds and destroys
The land of my fore father's
That lay with in these land's
I pray for freedom
Upon the bright moon light
I pray for peace and forgiving

I once knew this land
Which was dear to me
Now i'm left standing
Waiting to see
What man will build
Upon my land
As the building's go up
They're story's began

It's in my blood
To keep this land of mine
From father to son
This is how it's been
Man has broke
This tradition
Which began
Hundreds of year's ago
When my fore father's walked
Upon this land that stands
Before me

Life has been sacrificed
On this land of mine
As my great grandfather
Used to protect
Now mother earth
Has a different effect

Now is the day
That i use the spirit guide's
The intruders have threatened
What belongs of mine