Savage
Our land was stolenOur women, raped
Our children, enslaved
We were stolen from,
Beaten down and confused
We became addicted,
Inflicted with disease
Our ancient ways, torn apart
We were murdered,
Taken advantage of
We were bartered, lied to,
and in the end, this being most ironic,
were called Savage.
Poetry by Teala
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Written on 2005-12-04 at 07:06
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