Buffey Reynaga
I heard of Sainte-Marie,
My beloved Buffey.
Is easy to break,
Be a man, capable,
Get yourself together.
Do not talk much longer,
Join, unite, the pieces,
Make from the shattered!
Like her, I know many,
Among them Reynaga,
The heir to Catari…
When a chief was murdered,
As happened to Big Bear,
The tribe scattered!
Why not look at Gaza?
And the Jews before that?
Since I am displaced,
I know and am aware,
Stepson-and-daughter,
Being raised, adopted!
I have books in my shelves,
Many names have differed,
Thanks to the conditions…
Having been world around,
I have seen many kinds…
Read in books of Dickens,
Brit's Home Children,
Philippines descendant,
In Russia and Ukraine,
Latinos in the war
To get their Green Cards,
Many names became else!
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