Not of the Nationsby Larry Kibby
You are but a villain of sin With a great evil within, And you cannot ever win, For your words will not reach the winds. You are a false creation, Your blood is not of the relations, Your race is not of the Nations.
You claim to be of a valid race, But your blood has no ancestral trace, And your family has no home base, Therefore your claim is out of place. You are a false creation, Your blood is not of the relations. Your race is not of the Nations.
You claim powers of a trance, You profess the traditional dance, You hunger for sincere expectance, But as an Indian you'll never have a chance. You are a false creation, Your blood is not of the relations, Your race is not of the Nations.
So please don't make a stand As an Indian woman or man, And you must always understand Your lies are heard throughout the land, For you are a fraudulent creation, Your ancestry is not of the relations Therefore your race will never be
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volume 11(6)This poem is copyright © January 8, 2001, Larry Kibby, all rights reserved.
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