There was a Nation!
The richest Nation!
The richest Nation in World!
Where gold and oil could be found!
Then one day a bunch of politicians,
With rifles and guns in their hands!
Found out about the Native American Indians' riches,
And their wars soon began!
As the Mountains became dust piles,
And the rivers became of toxic mud!
The greed for gold took over,
As families of the Native American Indians, died in their dust!
Nationalities by the thousands,
Were being slaughtered each day!
As the white men’s need for gold,
Traveled in the woods each day!
As the Native American Indian’s land was being taken,
It was only being given away!
To other Nationalities of Nations,
To ever who wanted to take, away!
Once the richest Nation in the World,
Is now the poorest Nation on land!
Very few Native American Indians live,
Where their ancestor’s land was grand!
Where the Native American Indians lived!
Now, there are no more animals, trees, gold, or oil!
Now the murderous politicians have traveled,
Upon other Nation’s soil!
Afghanistan and Iraq,
Are just only a few!
For many more Nations,
Will soon bow down to the fools!
But as each Nation gets weaker,
One day they will all fall!
Into the hands of a bunch of murderous politicians,
Who will leave nothing behind, when their gone….
WRITTEN BY, I, ON FEB. 13th, 2010 3:20 P.M.
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SHOULD I STOP WRITING?
OR IS IT WORTH MY TIME IN THEIR JAIL, TO TRY TO SAVE THE WORLD?
AND TO KEEP ON, SPEAKING OUT!
THEY WILL NOT WANT ME, IN THEIR JAIL!
FOR MY WORDS, WILL ONLY CAUSE THEM, MORE HARM, IN THEIR JAIL....