A Terrible Crime
twin2
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War paint on a sunbaked face,
feathers tucked in a tight, long braid.
As hawk eyes stare out across the land,
viewing the sea and the shore of sand.
Tears come to the old, dark eyes,
he makes no movement as he cries.
Staring out at what was his home,
turning his heart to stone.
To see what was taken from his tribe,
by a people outnumbering his own by miles.
Who came as friends...but betrayed,
and are the cause of the decline of his race.
The old Indian looks out one last time with a final tear,
turns away and slowly disappears.
feathers tucked in a tight, long braid.
As hawk eyes stare out across the land,
viewing the sea and the shore of sand.
Tears come to the old, dark eyes,
he makes no movement as he cries.
Staring out at what was his home,
turning his heart to stone.
To see what was taken from his tribe,
by a people outnumbering his own by miles.
Who came as friends...but betrayed,
and are the cause of the decline of his race.
The old Indian looks out one last time with a final tear,
turns away and slowly disappears.
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And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key