Spoken from the Heart

Cheif

As i wake with the sun in my face

I know i do not have time

My tribe sees in the distance the white-man

They have come here to take our land

I wake my tribes warriors

To help defend our land

We have mostly Bows and Arrows

The white-men have guns that are too loud

I'm guessing that they have 300 men

To try and take us down

My tribe has only 700 people

But only 100 of them are warriors

I'm now thinking that the reservation would be a good choice

We will put up white flag so we can talk to an agreement

A few warriors and i ride up to them and

Tell then that we will start the walk to the reservation by the days end

In the evening we pack up and see the elderly sit down because they don't want to leave the land that they have lived on all of their lives

I go to them and say

"You have to go or the tribe will suffer"

They do not care they will stay and die for the land we all love

The rest of the tribe starts walking in the direction of the reservation

The white-men do not care that we are leaving our land

We are not moving fast enough

So a white-man garbs a child and kills her

It gets our attention so we turn and fight

The warrior,women,elderly, and the children all start to fight

By the next time the Sun rises

We see the disaster

300 white men lay dead on ground

Along with 100 of our warriors, women, elderly, and children

The 600 of our 700 people in the tribe

Don't fight any longer, we go to the reservation

To live out our short lives