Natives Poems - Poems about Natives

In the past we had to rip them from their mothers screaming, crying ... afraid and remold them in our image antiquated traditions to be discarded minds and values to be upgraded by the Machine Oh! The Glorious Machine ... But the smoky, grinding beast of old has evolved itself ...

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"Pacha MaMa" (written by Michelle L LeBlanc 07/20/2024) Pacha Mama, sweet Mother Earth I find peace within your presence From you, much life has given birth I am thankful to you today For peace within your wings As I sit under your branches As my heart learns to sing Your beauty all around me Such peace within your arms As I ground in your presence It shuts...

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Mocking the dead, is that a thing? How many ways can one be disrespecting? Laws that cause offenders to be free? Rape kits that exist only to be not breached. Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide. Our forefathers could not ever predict We would be as disrespectful as this. Ancestors bones surely roll like river As the wicked become...

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Natives, Adivasi, however we identify them, They were there before we came, and took over their land from them, We used them, displaced them, put a dagger of pain in their hearts, They only shed tear of grief, which were not even allowed to come out of their heart. The aboriginal people from ancient jungle, They danced in peacock...

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Natives and relatives all positives Alter natives isn’t an alternative Focusing mind to picture negatives...

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I The former Minister said, "You are born out of the world," Not into it! Think of a flower, How is it born? Myriads of marvelous blooms are born into the world And we, humans, want to be sui generis, alone! II When you think of a wonderful waterfall, serene Your (thyroid &) internal organs calibrate your fuel efficiently By forsaking angry thoughts,...

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I can hear the drums beating They are beckoning me to come I can hear the drums beating Murmuring what is taking me so long I can hear the drums beating And it is singing a merry little song I can hear the drums beating And it is calling me to have fun Bang, bang, bang The drum beat echoes through...

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Creative Native, quite contemplative- he draws on walls in ancient caves. So Hieroglyphic speculative: Cuneiform curses mark mummy graves. On land the sand, the grains of Man- exoplated, protective shells. A last ballast, we're sinking fast; step lively men, and hoist the sails! The Tribe has grown and it has thrived- (their drumbeats echo as if alive!) We've lost our rudder, I wince and shudder, and...

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(7/5 Trochee rhyme form) They’re coming. Listen closely. Hear that distant thrum. . . that steady thrum- thrum- thrumming of a tom-tom drum. There! Beyond the cornfield rows. Tell me, don’t you see the tops of feathers moving forward stealthily? They’re so close to the house now! Soon they’ll reach the fence. Where have all the cowboys gone? War will soon commence! Wait! I saw the bushes...

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Jewels covered the earth, And gold paved the streets. Like an Eden amongst Eden’s. And fruits grew everywhere, Even in the sea and the air. Words like baron and land, Never touched skin, or formed words together to touch the lips of natives. Natives that planted and deeply rooted there feet’s unto the soil, And whose hands stretched towards the sun like flowers. Then...

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At first they called them savages then took away their land, then they called them primitive and didn't understand. They had their own society before the white man came, who forced them into slavery which filled their hearts with shame. Pushed into reservations and told they had to stay, forget about the life they had and learn a different way. Forced to live a white mans life with...

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