White Savages

Gray Eagle looked across the plain at the devastation, 

Just a mass of rotting buffalo, disgusting, decomposing flesh, 

Hordes of flies, bleached bones, as far as the end of his world.

Why did the white savages do this,

Destroying everything his people needed and taking only the skins?

These noble beasts provided everything, food, clothes, shelter,

And his people only took enough for their needs,

With a total respect for nature and the gifts of the Great Spirit.

Yet the white men kill.

They butcher, massacre and annihilate.

Do they kill for killings sake, or as an act of genocide, to wipe out the plain tribes?

Once, millions roamed freely,

But in ten short years, this world is gone.

The natives starve while the savages rape the earth.

Why do they destroy the forests;

The air we breathe;

And rip apart the holy mountains for gold?

How long will they be able to destroy the world;

And then be left with dust?

Gray Eagle, took the remnants of his once proud nation,

As the iron-clad horse puffed in the distance,

Carrying more white savages through his people's land.

Sadly he turned away, heading for the Canadian border.

(2003)