Redman, you were native to this soil, as a true American,
Why did those who so imposed, claim your lands to span?
Who were these reckless ones, those white men, to come,
Did steal your rights, to claim such wealth, the whole sum?
A true steward, you, who cared about this earthen sphere,
Watched over the wild creatures, and did save all so dear.
You knew how important to then conserve, respecting each,
Never to destroy a single one, the rules of life you did teach.
Those real savages, ones who ravaged the plains, the buffalo,
Killed all that they did want, with no regard, they did not know.
Then as time wore on, the crowds of people swarmed the land,
Not as you who had the truest heart, to drive you out, their plan.
Native American, you are a genuine reflection of a decent soul,
If only those who interfaced had followed your lead, of your role.
America would never to face such misery, for greed, so corrupt,
Having learned that the best ways are to share, never to interrupt.
Our prayers for you are for our forgiveness, those terrible acts,
The lands would be in wonderful shape, to represent true facts.
There would be no unrest or to persecute, to live here, to share,
The history of all civilization shows this burden of regret to bear.
Thank you for your life so true, in all you say, things that you do,
Wrongs you've endured and much peace was robbed from you.
Our Native Americans, your examples we all should then regard.
Bringing shame upon ones who left in their path, earth so scarred.