Could You Image Just One Navajo Indian Tribe? - Poem by Mark Heathcote
In the absence of any Law there
Was once upon a time order
Order without any crime, and
Loyalty and love without a penalty.
Can you imagine such a serene, springtime?
Could you image just one Navajo Indian Tribe?
Spinning & weaving, hunting and fishing,
Farming and growing, living and loving in relative peace
Bivouacking under buffalo hides
Gently, grinning ear to ear, with razor sharpened teeth
Teeth sharpened for indigenous decoration.
Not to start any hostilities, of course, I could be wrong…
Even predawn Eden may have been stillborn.
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