Suburban Indian

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by MindxSmoke, Dec 30, 2004.

  1. MindxSmoke

    MindxSmoke Member

    He rides with his
    Head down
    Staring at the
    Dirt filled ground
    While the wind
    Whispers through
    His long black hair
    And the feather his
    Father put in there
    And for years to come
    The plains will change
    Into cities and skyscrapers
    And horses will be
    Trapped by mans will
    And all of these changes
    Will lead to chaos
    We tied her down with fences
    Plastered her with roads
    Choked her with smog
    Beat with our weapons
    If we can be FREE
    Why cant She?!
     

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