They took away the whole Cherokee nation
And put us on this reservation.
They took away our way of life
Our tomahawk and huntin' knife
And the old teepee we all loved so
They're using now just for a show
They put our papoose in a crib
and took the buck skin from our rib
And they took away our native tongue
and taught their English to our young
Hiya, hiya, ho! Hiya hi, hiya ho!
Hiya, hiya, Hiya ho!
Altho' they changed our ways of old
They'll never change our heart and soul
And tho' I wear a white man's tie
I'll be a red man till I die
All the beads we made by hand
are nowadays made in Japan
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" I have returned, and we are no longer sick men "
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A solitary warrior stands on the shimmering horizon,
he will hear once more the beating drums and the songs his brothers sang.
Our many nations will return and range from shore to shore
and the buffalo will be numberless again on the wild plains
The Trail of Tears will become The Trail of Light
We will share our food and our land and give with open hearts,
We want peace and love and hope for all men and women
We who still remain hold our heads up high, and the spirits of
the elders flow through us as if they never died.
Our dreams will live on forever and our nations will be reborn, our bone and
beads and feathers all will be proudly worn.
If you listen close you will hear the drums and songs upon the winds, and in
the distance you will see....the buffalo roam again
And I, The Great Spirit will unite the Cherokee Nation again.
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
Hope you are doing well.
Love
Amira
Love & Light,
Joseph
Birgit and Roger
They'll never change our heart and soul
I truly hope that's true - and oddly enough, I just posted a Native American piece, too.
Love Tinka
Susan
This is beautiful, meaningful poetry. My best friend is of the Cherokee Nation; I'm going to save this and, if I may, print it out for her to read. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
happy Easter; hope you are having a good one! :)
This makes me dive through the TERRORIST SEA of the Greek Roman Empire "Roman Curia and Canterbury" and its affiliated lakes, ALL DENOMINATIONS – Catholic and Christians in America, including KKK, and their POGROM against the aborigine Nations of what they call today "OUR PROVINCES IN THE AMERICAS"... We can’t think of our aborigine Nations without recalling the terrorism and the POGROM organized by Christians against them.
A composition that adds a page of history to Poetry, and gives the reader a subject to talk, – and guidelines to ask for JUSTICE – and the rights of the aborigine Nations in the JURISDICTION of this Republic, The United States of America.
"The Return of the Cherokee" paid its dues to Poetry, and the author has completed a commendable social poetic mission.
Never rest Your pen, Poet!
Gratefully,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Take care,
Sherry
Love,
Eileen
Hollywood did rather unfairly taint them..
Only people who can legally take an eagles feather.
May they and their ways never leave..
(((Love And Intercession, JoAnne )))