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my dear brother the Indian, forgive me
for what my fathers have done
can we not join forces even in our physical separation
yet spiritually unite as one
your severed ties to the land are noble even as they
are forgotten by men with skin so white
the many wrongs my imported ancestor's have done to
your once so gentle people can never fully be made
right
but know that with you, never again do I wish to fight
of this so said promise neither of us must ever again
lose sight
so, I give to you my hopes, my dreams, and pray that
upon my yet to be born children 's heads you will not
raise your bitterness nor spite
but you will teach them the peace found in a promise
and the warmth that confides in your night
I am so sorry that we have invaded your once so
beautiful and vast home
If only we had followed suit and done in your reigning
day as one does when one is in Rome
instead, we crowded and mauled your plentiful plains
and murdered your proud, towering trees
we left the majority of your homes baron even as we
drove you to your knees
The Reservations that we put you on
are rigid scars upon the hung faces of unbelievable
shame
every time when we call ourselves true Americans
we lie and conveniently forget that you, the native
own all natural rights to this name
know that I'm almost ashamed to be white
with you no longer, but for you forever on now with
my agile pen I will fight...........
(written June 29,1992 pm)