American Indians
We are American Indians
In the hot summer heat
Playing and dancing and
Stomping our feet.
We wash in the river
Get mud in our eyes
Steal feathers from pillows
To make our disguise.
The woods call to us
To the woods we will run
Moccasins on our feet
Backs warmed by the sun.
With a found arrowhead
We bloody our hands
Brothers forever
As tradition demands.
Crouched on a hill
In summer’s hot grasp
We beat a toy drum
While burning sweet grass.
We play games till the sky
Is tainted with red,
Wail mighty war cries
To waken the dead.
American Indians
Now late in the night
Our war cries grow faint
The moon gives us light.
With notepads and pens
We recount the day’s glory
So we never forget
Our Indian story.
