We were a proud race
Before the bloodshed.
So many tribes thriving.
Now, so many dead.
Our people were slaughtered
When the White's came,
Yet we are still dying.
Now, we're the ones to blame.
Thousands dead,
First slaughtered by others,
Now we kill our own.
We're killing eachother.
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Poems From Just Another Teen
PoetrySimply some poems written by just another teenager. By the way, titles are not my strong point but Wattpad requires them so if anyone has better ideas for any of the titles I would love to hear them! :)
