When the white missionaries met the Native Americans
They had the good book and the Indians had the land
When it was over the Indians got the book
And white man got the land.
They pushed the Natives to the middle of nowhere
Their Sacred Ground lost forever
A great place for a pipeline is always in the middle of nowheres
Four hundred broken treaties, one more, who cares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem based on modern events. Very well done.