Native American Way

      Out in the wilderness at peace
With the Miakoda and the Tadewi
The Omaha words for Power of the Moon
And wind, this is the life for me

The sky was not littered with Skyscrapers
The rivers were not littered with waste
The Buffalo were many and brotherhood
Was alive but its all been erased

The white man came and now the Buffalo
And the Native man is all but extinct
Only by my ancestry blood line
Am I distantly and slightly linked

Today we are un respectful of the land
We take and take and destroy
Soon the wilderness will be gone as well
And there will be nothing left to enjoy

Everyone seems to carelessly litter
Without even blinking an eye
But when the drinking water is poison
They don’t understand why

Sometimes I wish I could travel back
In time before the white man invasion
Where a man could be at one with nature
Where I visualize a much better nation

I let my mind take me away to a time
Long ago and far, far away,
So peaceful you can hear the winds whisper
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Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 01/28/2020
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