The End


	THE END This land was the red mans where we lived happy and free, Then came the white strangers from across the great sea. They brought much disease and their white man’s greed. They killed the many buffalo so n longer my people could they feed. They pushed the native people from their ancestor’s land, We fought with great courage but the white world we did not understand. There was too many their weapons were to great, Many of my people died before we realized our fate. My people’s way of life had come to an end, No hope, no justice, and not even a friend. JRS © 8-22-02 The "Okie" Poet Questions or Comments All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved