where the sun greets the edge of the sea..

... through the trees
figures appear..,        
as movement get closer  
and focus is clear..        
 
realizing now  
“hey that’s not a deer”,        
strange beings dressed  
in threaded skins,        
awkwardly walking  
they came crumbling in..    
   
hands in the air..  
a shout “hello”,        
others wave back,  
“we’re not a foe”,                  
“we plea for help  
to survive these lands”,                  
 
”of course we will help,                  
we’ll give you a hand”..        
how many are you..    
how many will be,        
we are a tiny group    
a small family,        
 
..there will be no others    
we’re all that will be,       
 
we took a hard stand  
from another brand,        
nowhere’s close  
to you and me,                
 
its a far away land  
which stays that clan,        
where the sun greets  
the edge of the sea..        
       
.. ten thousand moons later,        
considered the strangers       
by descendants  
of that first family,        
 
betrayal and sadness,    
on a scale of  
complete madness,        
that is hard for  
any man to conceive..        
       
forced by  
starvation murder  
and greed,        
came rage to save  
an ancestral land,      
 
a native son’s ancestral cry      
a “war for land and meat”,        
to fight and die to make a stand  
of what was “a used to be”,  
 
massacres, alcoholism,  
suicides,  
and a lost identity,        
disrespected, degraded  
and humiliated,        
in the name of progress  
was preached...        
   
chase down and killed  
like buffalo runs,        
reduced to pockets  
called reservations,        
 
all done by decedents  
of the great great grand ones,        
of whom they helped  
so eagerly..        
       
from that far away land    
came that other brand,        
that so distant clan..  
nowhere’s close  
to you and me,        
 
now we see  
why the first did flee..        
where the sun  
greets the edge of the sea..