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Speech Of The Red Indian

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So, we are who we are, as the Mississippi flows,
and what remains from yesterday is still ours-
but the color of the sky has changed,
the sea to the East has changed.
O white master, Lord of the horses,
what do you want from those making their way
to the night woods?
Our pastures are sacred, our spirits inspired,
the stars are luminous words where our fable
is legible from the beginning to end

if only you'll lift up your eyes:
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Branwen L Cook 13 September 2021

Beautiful, tragic, understanding across generations and times. Why could not European settler-mind comprehend the wisdom of Native people's ways?

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