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TEARS ~Each rain drop that falls reminds me of a tear, Shed by my Ancestors of a long ago yester year. Tears of sorrow as the Buffalo were killed for their hide, Knowing it was a waste the reason for which they died. Tears of anger as the white man invaded our land, Because it changed our lives we were forced to take a stand. Tears of understanding for they were merely searching for a home, But it caused my people much hardship for no longer could they roam. And also tears of defeat as whites engulfed us all, But in our hearts and minds our heritage will always stand straight and tall.
~Aho and Amen.