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Rated: E · Poetry · Environment · #2199371
Natives took what they needed even when there were millions of bison and wasted nothing.
Take us back to where we’ve been
Where the sky is blue
The trees are green
No concrete cities blocking mountain views
No garbage piles obscene
No cars, no drugs, no alcohol
The waters still run clean

Bring us home to the land before
Keep your roads
Your department stores
Highways, byways, skyways
My eyes take in the scene
Smog like fog as the traffic clogs
We’re cogs caught in our machines

Black smoke on the blue horizon
White folk fear the red man rising
It’s our last hope
For the earth is dying
Let wisdom flow
With the red man’s rising

G. Gabriel
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