Ed Amann

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A poem for the edge of Winter.

Ten Thousand Years

 

The people lived with nature,

Ten thousand years or more,

Then the others came and claimed the land,

Left the people sick and sore,

 

The others brought their greed for things,

Killed the trees and scarred the land,

Slaughtered bison just for fun,

The people suffered at their hand,

 

Again the people pay the price,

As greed still rules the day,

Great spirit sees and sheds a tear,

For the people as they pay,

 

When the last tree falls and streams run dry,

How much can the takers hold?

The oceans poisoned and creatures die,

Will they learn they can’t eat gold?

 

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