Legends
Run Deep
~Marge
Tindal~ © 1999
Deep
in the heart of this Cherokee,
burn
the legends of time.
Written
in the history books
I bring
forth the stories in rhyme.
A peaceful
nation upon the land
content
to roam and be free...
no threat
to the power of any race,
just
free to be.
I did
not write the legends.
I did
not see them fall.
I did
read the history books...
the
stories of horror recalled.
A quiet
nation of peoples
herded
across the vast land...
herded
across like cattle,
their
possessions taken from their hand.
The Cherokee
was not
the
only nation so treated.
All
American Indians were
badly
mistreated.
I fight
for recovery
for
all of them.
I stand
tall that they may take heed...
Until
we stand united.........
we all
suffer from the greed.
Whatever
your tribe
your
heritage wear with pride.
Join
with me fellow brothers.
We will
not go and hide.
We are
proud.
We stand
tall.
We will
stand united......
and
claim for us all.
American
Native Indians
count
your blessings and then...
pick
up the mighty legends
and
let the stories begin.