<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Red Indian Man's Blues</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I was young, so long ago, <br>The white man swarmed the land.<br>His government at first was slow, <br>Yet oh what things it planned...<br>Then came the trains like speeding snakes<br>That slithered here and there, <br>Like iron veins and each one takes<br>My boiling blood elsewhere...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The armies came and stayed in forts, <br>Like spears forced in the ground<br>And telegrams send their reports<br>Without a single sound...<br>And schools were built for future schemes<br>White children would explore, <br>Enough to squash our future dreams<br>In times of peace and war...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so it was, their streets were paved<br>Across the hills and plains, <br>Across the valleys, few were saved<br>Despite our aches and pains...<br>They forced us from our homes as well, <br>To leave our ghosts behind...<br>And then they added to our Hell<br>To change the Indian mind...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's when our children went to school, <br>To learn the white man's ways, <br>To pass exams like that was cool<br>And something sweet to praise...<br>The white man took our women, too...<br>And loved them one-by-one...<br>And left us reeling, feeling blue<br>Beneath the white man's sun...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2011.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Denis+Martindale">Denis Martindale</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=367475" data-title="Red Indian Man's Blues de Denis Martindale" data-description="When I was young, so long ago, The white man swarmed the land. His government at first was slow, Yet oh what things it planned... Then came the trains like speeding snakes That slithered here and there, Like iron veins and each one takes My boi..."></div> </div> </div>

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