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 PARADISE LOST
Great Spirit of my ancestors
my heart is filled with sorrow,
The life-giving buffalo are gone
my people have no promise of tomorrow.
Our ancestors’ ancient ways
have been cruelly taken from us,
The many white strangers want to crush us into the dust.
Help us Great Spirit
for we know not what to do,
We have fought and died
and now our fate is left up to you.
Tell us Great Spirit
tell us what we did so wrong,
Give us back our life
so we can lift our voice in happy song.
JRS © 6-30-99
The "Okie" Poet
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