Legends
Run Deep
~Marge Tindal~
© 1999
Deep in
the heart of this Cherokee,
burn the
legends of time.
Written in
the history books
I bring forth
the stories in rhyme.
A peaceful
nation upon the land
content to
roam and be free...
no threat to
the power of any race,
just free to
be.
I did not
write the legends.
I did not see
them fall.
I did read
the history books...
the stories
of horror recalled.
A quiet
nation of peoples
herded across
the vast land...
herded across
like cattle,
their
possessions taken from their hand.
The
Cherokee was not
the only
nation so treated.
All American
Indians were
badly
mistreated.
I fight for
recovery
for all of
them.
I stand
tall that they may take heed...
Until we
stand united.........
we all suffer
from the greed.
Whatever
your tribe
your heritage
wear with pride.
Join with me
fellow brothers.
We will not
go and hide.
We are
proud.
We stand
tall.
We will stand
united......
and claim for
us all.
American
Native Indians
count your
blessings and then...
pick up the
mighty legends
and let the
stories begin.