Not of the Nations

by 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…

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 11(6)
This poem is copyright © January 8, 2001, Larry Kibby, all rights reserved.
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