Dreams of a world
of the world that was stolen.
A world I could have had.
A world of forests that belonged to all
of rivers that ran clear and of a life
part of nature instead of apart from it
Stolen dreams from children never free
as their ancestors, stolen from a tribe, a clan, a people
stolen from from me.
Oppression of a red minority,
by a unapologetic, unmerciful, unrelenting
Two peoples clashed long ago
one was savage the other unlearned.
Dreams of one built in a stolen land
dreams of the other destroyed out of hand.