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Native American Sadness...
What will we do when all is gone
and yesterday will never dawn?
What will we do when grass turns brown
and railroads crisscross the smallest town?
What will we do when the herds don’t roam
and the birds have flown to a distant home?
What will we do when the people dance
and chant for yet another chance?
What will we do when the chiefs conspire
around a very low and dying fire?
What will we do when all is gone
and yesterday will never dawn?
and yesterday will never dawn?
What will we do when grass turns brown
and railroads crisscross the smallest town?
What will we do when the herds don’t roam
and the birds have flown to a distant home?
What will we do when the people dance
and chant for yet another chance?
What will we do when the chiefs conspire
around a very low and dying fire?
What will we do when all is gone
and yesterday will never dawn?
Published 14th Mar 2020
Author's Note
Saw a photo of a Native American standing on hill overlooking a beautiful valley with a rail line running right down the middle... his sadness inspired me...
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14th Mar 2020 2:01pm
7th Apr 2020 7:43pm
Sad but true capture of what is in there life today.
Once it is lost can never come back just adapt to change.
Once it is lost can never come back just adapt to change.
