~Change.....A Native Piont of View~

[Dreamz]

The winds of change dance in our lives//
Like northern lights chasing their own shadows in the sky//
We can see better ways and easier days//
We know there must be a more honorable and humane way//
It is for us to pick the flower in our minds//
It is matter of standing up and not just standing behind//

Hunted. Chased. Cornered. Finally, Weak//
Killed like animals! Won’t someone speak//
Here first! The land is theirs//
Used, not owned, but borrowed from heirs//
Here first, but alas, also first to die//
Call them thieves; An easy lie//
Not used to whites. Afraid even//
Quite unlike their Mikmaq brethren//
Just surviving, a daily task//
Were they really civilized? You dare ask//
One of the last rushes forth to speak//
Holding aloft a branch, where three limbs meet//
If Mamaq and whites can live together//
Why are we, the third limb, left to wither//
Hunt them. Kill them. They are in our way//
Spread word of our ill deeds? We say nay//
We are discoverers. Conquerers even//
Guns against arrows? No matter. They’re heathen//
Now all gone. Or so you say//
No living beothuck, no beothuck problem eh//
Seneca and Mohawk, mixing blood//
If truth be known, wait for the flood//
Hunted. Chased. Cornered. Finally, weak//
Are they all dead?? Who dares speak//

[*Z* - The Queen of Dubcc]

The winds of change dance in our lives//

this line sounded first like written by Skorpions llol

Hunted. Chased. Cornered. Finally, weak//
Are they all dead?? Who dares speak//

these linez r cool, n overall a interestin structure...keep it up
peace

['Illicit']

this line sounded first like written by Skorpions llol

its the final countdown da da da da lol

anyway, for a poem it was a nice piece.

[Dreamz]

yo props thanks

[*Z* - The Queen of Dubcc]

this line sounded first like written by Skorpions llol

its the final countdown da da da da lol

lol exact

[RXL]

Tite piece.

[bez]

I thought it was tight, flowed nice and was well wrote.  Good shit.