This is a story that I describe;
Of the last man belonging to the Mohawk tribe;
He saw his land taken away from him;
He saw his life growing dim;
When the settlers walked in;
He thought they had peace within;
But they came bearing guns;
Taking and leaving no returns;
They killed his tribe before his eyes;
Just for the greed that within them lies;
All around him, he sees death;
He flees, and he is running out of breath;
Then the peace they made, they celebrate;
But the pain of his people he cant tolerate;
So with vengeance in his heart he lies;
From within he slowly dies;
Looking at his land being raped;
Was it truly a consequence of fate.
Dedicated to the Native Americans who had to pay the true price with their freedom and lives to make America what it is today.
May you all Rest in Peace.
By Basheer Parvez.
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