living

a nomad

we didn't really have a home
but the land was our mother
we took from her and gave back
she provided for us like a mother
the buffalo a brother to all
they gave us their life to live
we only took what we needed
giving back enough to equal
what we had taken from her


that was all taken one day
gone and all that was left
was a barren waste land
brown dead grass
where it used to be lush and green
trees that were once big and tall
now are dead and lying flat
we never took more than
what we could replace

we no longer have a home
it was taken in cold blood
relocated to where we
were forced to live