Hush, my sweet child
And go to sleep
You need not to worry about tomorrow
The reason being we will be awake
When the spirit will be calling
It will guide us through the forest
Abd give us a lift on the waters
It is the wind that will not blow adrift
To a foreign land
The spirit will protect us from
The diseased blankets our enemies gave us
And it will not let them take our land
Hush, my little one
And go to sleep
Tomorrow will be a beautiful day
When we fight for our land
Yes the native american people suffered genocide by so many ways read bury my heart at Wounded knee by Dee Brown.
Tomorrow will be a beautiful day.. everyone hopes for a better tomorrow. I love this poem!
Leeann your fine and well written reminds me of blankets handed out by colonists to North American Indians deliberately infected with smallpox virus. Five stars and thanks for the reminder of human nature at work. Take care.
Excellent poem! It has a combination of sentimental and heroic elements. Lovely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent LeeAnn