My People


	MY PEOPLE They called my people savages because our ways differed from their own, Even though we fed the first white settlers that was so far from home. The first Americans were different we had our own way of life, We were deemed unworthy because we were not white. Even though the white man fought and killed his own kind, We were called the savages because our two lives did not intertwine. The white man came and took our land because we trusted their word, When they said, this is all we wantthen like the many buffalo they rounded us up in a herd. Judge us not from the white man’s account for they are not entirely true, We were fighting for our lives against a cunning shrew. Instead of a grudge against the white man’s race I thank Him for my birth, In this mighty land that God has made the greatest nation on Earth. JRS © 4-25-98 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved