Ode To A Native American

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We honor you, our ancient ancestors,

You who are one with the earth.

We, the compassionate minority

Shed bitter tears for the rape of

Your innocence . . . . . . . .

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That which they have taken

Cannot be restored,

They have broken your hearts

but not your gentle spirit.

Your soul will continue to

soar with the wind,

And your laughter will reverberate

through the haunted trees of misery.

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like a gentle baby's cry,

You will survive . . .

And your tortured cries will

live forever in our memories.

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Donna Hilburn - Campbell