Native Past Poem by Rage'n Curtis
Native Past
Riding fast and running long
across their endless plain.
They grew their crops for years
and years like corn, wheat, and grain.
Untill the white man
came from sea
and brought their pain and
misery.
They started a war with
bow vs gun.
The natives ran to
the hills for fun.
They fought very hard
and faced them well,
out on their lands
they gave them hell.
But in the end
the white man rose.
This is the Native's land
and everyone knows.
definitely. masacre the effing racist sons of b! tches mother f^ckin crackers.
much pain was used to forge this land and we know very well which blood was spilled and because of this a race was almost lost lets hope for much better lets continue to write what we feel
The Indians knew that fighting for land was foolish. The Earth belongs to herself and all of us are merely guests.
i like it it shows what they had to go through and how strong they were to fight for their lands.
whoa this is great im a native have no idea how to reply to this lol buts its a 10 for sure
this is a good poem it gives a history lesson lol and its rhymed well and its a great poem....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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6/9/2023 11:26:34 PM # 1.0.0.1113
i can really relate to that cause i have cheerokee blood in me. you tell it like you were there