Seminole Spirit Poem by Pamela Moorehead

Seminole Spirit



It is not pride tha made me step aside from the treaties that they made
What atrocity that my people done that made them head hunted still today?
Open season is for hunters of poetry not for men of color of the spectrum it shouldn't be so that mentality should be dead so I hang
in the midnight and sneak around the dark
Peeping into windows of the tainted and barbaric heart
Some how we are full circle right back where we were from the start
Trayvon Martin died in seminole territory his death will not go in vain
These men have woke the dead and we are more powerful when our skin is shed
So you come with different measures to try and take us out
but the irony in all that is that we are spirit anyhow so not Greatgranfather says let the warriors out
Because an Angel called to Heaven screaming, 'Help me', and I heard his shout
Every day on earth will be a miserable one for those who do not know natural law
It has its own divine justice and will make the earthly Judges fall
Stop your Tyranny evil men and wash your sins away you have to know we are really close about the Judgement day
You can slaughter our people but these warrior you hate indeed because we didn't succumb to your vanity and refused to fall at your knees
I took the lesson from the past and seeing you hunt me anyway I will stop running to be sat free upon the Judgement day

Dr. Pamela Moorehead, MscD

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