Run to the hills
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribe he killed out creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard we fought him well
Out on the plains we have him hell
But many came too much for Cree
Will he ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom a stab in back
Women and children are cowards attack
Run to the hills, run for lives
Soldiers blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing their game
Raping the women, and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them wiskey an taking their gold
Ensalving the young, destroying the old
Run to the hills, run for your lives
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My feelings
PoetryThis is just a book of poems that I write..... It mostly about my feelings about being gay and all that shit..... Hope you like....... ._. I really suck at summaries......
