The Red Road

Once there were Buffalo roaming the grassy plains.
Thousands could be seen on any given day.
Many Moons would pass but the Buffalo would stay.
Moving up and down from grass to mountain and back again.

The streams and rivers ran free and clean.
The water was share with Earth, Animals and Brother.
It healed and cleaned and gave and it took not.
It Winter it would freeze but it would let all in but warm it flowed once again.

The trees shaded and moved the air.
They gave Earth, Animal and Brother life to breathe.
They grow tall and strong.
We use only what we need.

Of all the grass and seeds they are many.
We take only what we need and leave the rest for Earth and Animals.
We make our baskets, pots and clothes from what we take.
The grass and seeds give back again for many Moons.

We trade with Nations on our sides.
They trade with Nations on their sides.
We smoke pipe and sweat in lodge and make peace.
Many Moons pass and Nations have always been at peace.

One day White Man came.
We welcomed him and smoked pipe.
Many Moons passed and White Man trade with Nation.
Then White Man came to Nation and ask for more.

Many Moons have passed since that day.
We smoked many pipes with White Man.
But Peace was broken and Nation divided.
Then Land becomes smaller and everything changes.

White Man no longer smokes pipe.
Buffalo no longer roam on grassy plains.
Grass and Seed have been been lost in the wind.
The tall trees fell one by one and railroad took the Nations.

Now we live on a plot of land.
White man calls a Reservation.
We can not hunt or plant on this polluted soil.
We are left in hunger and without a Nation Pride.

We once Walked The Red Road but now,
We are what is left of the White Man’s Genocide.

 

Wado

 


This is dedicated to my Niece’s
Louetta Dawn Wilson
Tammy June Hedges

I Love You Both Dearly
Uncle Jamie

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Someday, Someway, Somewhere

I seen you standing there so tall.
Massive beauty in the skyline.
Proud a Nation to have you.
Many came for care.
Others for prosperity.

Though I never stood next to you.
And had never been near to you.
I have only seen your picture.
Majestic against the sky.

Inside of you were many.
They went to and fro.
Working day in and day out.
Just to earn a living.

Many were the rooms.
Many were the floors.
Many were young.
Many were old.

Every movie,
Every news cast
You were there in the background.
Standing above all the beauty of your lines.

Then one day in a blink of an eye.
You lay at the peoples feet.
Shards of glass and metal.
Tomb to many souls.

Your beauty gone.
Your place in the skyline disappeared.
People looking in disbelief.
Clouds of dust covered the ground.

People screamed and yelled.
They fell many to the ground.
Pain was heard many miles away.
As your beauty sank ever slowly to the ground.

No, longer will you stand before us.
No, more will your beauty be seen in the background.
No, longer will you stand for freedom.
You will be forever lost in time.

You will be remembered.
The brave souls who came to rescue you.
The souls who perished.
The hurt and the pain.

You stand in time with only one other.
The souls entombed in that watery grave.
So far away they lay asleep from a day gone by.
So Pearl Harbor and the Trade World Center.
Will long be near.

Our hearts were sad.
Our beings were mad.
Our very freedom attacked.
The lives that were lost.
They were of many faiths.

The men and women.
Dug in the rubble.
They tried to save at least one soul.
To save the dying and calm the weak.

Long will we miss that shot in the movie.
Long will we miss that photo opp with you in the background.
And yet we will move on.
We will pull up our boot straps.
And we will move on.

We will still hurt.
We will still morn.
We will lay flowers where once you stood.
We will cry for our loss.
Our loved ones you took.

But when the sun sets.
And we lay down to sleep.
We know we are stronger.
For the freedom that we seek.

We know that you may be gone.
And we know at times we may cry.
But we know that you stood.
For the principles of Freedom.
And for the that we remember.
And for that we will know.

No, matter if the skyline is gone.
No, matter if the people have died.
No, matter how we felt.
We will still go on.

Heads held high.
Our resolve stronger than before.
Our Unity of humans of a great nation.
Our love of those who gave their all.

The planes that came down.
The souls they claimed.
The brave and the small.
Have truly left a hole.

With all of this.
We say to you.
Thank You for your service.
Thank You for our pride.

We will remember.
We will not forget to celebrate.
The souls life that they took.
Now along with Pearl you will be remembered in books.

And in our minds we will cry.
And in our hearts we will hurt.
Someday we hope this world will be at peace.
And your memory will not be in vain.

And so my friend I say goodbye to you.
As the new found sky.
A look of the future.
Reaching higher in the sky.
Radiate with light to show the way.

As the flag waves.
And freedom rings.
We look to you.
For a better day.

Native Son

Native Son

I am your Native Son.

I hunted this land.
I fished the waters that now run dry.
I lived in peace with my Brother Nations.

I am your Native Son.

I led my people in summer and in winter.
We raised our children without fear.
I was known from Nation to Nation a great man.

I am your Native Son.

You came and took my land.
You took my food.
You took our women.

I am your Native Son.

You sprayed Mother Earth with your chemicals.
You dumped your waste in our water.
And you took more of my land.

I am your Native Son.

You rounded us up and played Nation against Nation.
You put us on Reservations.
You made us learn your ways.

I am your Native Son.

I cry for the Great Spirit to heal Mother Earth.
I sang to the Great Spirit to clean our Water.
I tried to clean the Earth but it is to late.

I am your Native Son.

I live on little land.
I no longer can hunt the great Buffalo.
The fish in the waters and the sky above are full of poison.

I am your Native Son.

This was my Nation long before you came.
This was my World that you took from me.
I am an Alien in my own Nation.

I am your Native Son.

No longer will I be silent.
No longer will I live as you wish.
No longer will I accept your ways.

For I am your Native Son.

 

Art Credit: “Native American Encyclopedia”

Dedicated to all Native Americans and especially Louetta Wilson and Tammie Hedges.