How to see through dripping eyes only then can the truth be exposed everything is blurry and out of focus but never have I seen things so clear
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
I cry for the people who were here before the "White Eyes" arrived from the East to take over this continent. It's the natural order of things on this planet though, and it's played out from vegetation to insects to fish to Lions to human beings. The strong survive to breed, the weak perish. This poem was inspired by a song by Buffy Sainte Marie called "My country Tis of Thy People You're Dying".