Hello reader. This is a poem by my good friend who would like to go by the name of Baltbirds. If he ever gets a Wattpad account I will take the poem down and let him post it. He's letting me do this. Hope you enjoy.
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Americans Not Free
This land belongs to us, or it did until you came.
Our land until Columbus thrust, a flag down in for Spain.
What makes you think you have the right, to own the land we share?
The earth is our mother, to be shared like water and air.
You build your homes, expanding out, Lewis and Clark set out west,
You wanted maps to help you out, you thought you were up for the test.
Then winter came, the food was gone, loads of your men went down.
We taught you how to plant your food, you don't remember Jamestown.
The first Thanksgiving, we get no thanks, just forced out from the lives we knew,
Treated like beasts, savage, you say, there was no please or thank you.
The cruelty of your kind, white men, won't be left forgotten,
We'll get revenge on these Intolerable Acts, because you treated us so rotten.
So here we are in the southeast part of your United States,
Living here as citizens, but suffering a different fate.
You see the redness of our skin, your eyes are blinded to the fact,
That color comes from all white light, so we are truly all from that.
So if we are all the same how come you treat us like we're not?
We live among you, some are friends, who like each other all a lot.
Before you came along we had the entire land to roam.
Then when we finally settle down you push us from our homes.
So now your cruel president signs the Removal Act
You must forget it was the Acts that made you hate those lobster backs.
So where's the sense, you senseless fools, in using what you fought?
The white men's cruel rules are worse than any disease you've caught.
The Chickasaw and Choctaw gave right in, they left the homes they knew,
They're weak, we're strong, we won't give our rightful land up to you.
The Creek refused, you stormed on in, and chained them like they're crooks,
You pushed them on at gunpoint, far from the land you took.
The Seminole tribe took up arms, and fought bravely for years,
They fin'lly lost, you pushed them down, and forced them on the Trail of Tears.
