“The Great White Father now calls you his Brothers Not his children Because you have shown in your education And in your settled ways of life Staunch manly worthy qualities Of sound character.” ~ Woodrow Wilson
Blood calls to blood Because we all are One Don’t let the Game cause you Too much pain Many moons ago our Fathers met and decided to give the Devil his due Because of their decision its come down To me and you
Shared historical modes of Oppression Families divided by generations of Miseducation in a racist nation Enslaved and Enslavers both Native American tribes can’t deny The bond of blood that exists Between us Without trust Without common cause All is lost
“The Great White Father now calls you his Brothers.” ~ Woodrow Wilson
Blood calls to blood Because we all are One Don’t let the Game cause you Too much pain Many moons ago our Fathers met and decided to give the Devil his due Because of their decision its come down To me and you
Black White and Red relations Strained by the privations of Mammon’s bloody salivation In these the Last Days Tribal ways are beset by Greed and Envy What belongs to my brother most certainly Does not belong to me Or in other words Just because we shared a relation some Generations ago does not make you my Brother
Brother
“…Not his children” ~ Woodrow Wilson
Casinos spring up like weeds bringing Prosperity and answering needs Reservations used to deprivation Look to Republican lobbyists for salvation and All of a sudden Everybody wants to be an Indian Searching the Dawes Three and four Generations Looking for a Nation to call their own Cherokee Creek Choctaw or Seminole The old stories are just as painful today As they were when they were first told Our Ancestors parted ways on pains of Death Many sojourned West to get away from Memories of Love soured by Greed
“The Great White Father now calls you his Brothers.” ~ Woodrow Wilson
Blood calls to blood Because we all are One Don’t let the Game cause you Too much pain Many moons ago our Fathers met and decided to give the Devil his due Because of their decision its come down To me and you
But the Old Ways still exist Elders who’ve resisted the influx of Mixed-blood Natives intent upon Economic gain Looking to Earth Mother for the Signs Listening to the Wind The Sands of Time sifting Through minds aligned with Planetary Movements
“The Great White Father now calls you his Brothers.” ~ Woodrow Wilson
Blood calls to blood Because we all are One Don’t let the Game cause you Too much pain Many moons ago our Fathers met and decided to give the Devil his due Because of their decision its come down To me and you
“The Great White Father now calls you his Brothers Not his children.” ~ Woodrow Wilso
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Reviewed by Divinity 11 (Reader)
Reviewed on February 3, 2006
this is sooo powerful...i wear a white bracelet round my wrist and never take it off, carved into the rubber, it says "one"......i can hear you diong this in jam poetry style....is that what your audiopoetic direct Dl link is? I guess i'll have to click and find out...
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
God bless,
Sandie.
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"Blood Calls" bears the bio-chemistry of social injustice, and depicts the reality of the ignorance of human INTELLIGENTSIA.
THE BELLS OF ALERTNESS SING THROUGH THE "Blood Calls". It is an
instructing and stimulating reading from an outsatnding social
poetic voice.
Healthy Long Creative Life, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Blood Calls to Blood!
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