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We are hard and we are cruel.
And sometimes we think we rule.
Look and see what we have done.
To this our mother earth.
The fields were green,
and they were lush.
The Great Spirit had given us trust.
To care and nurture mother earth.
But we only seem to hurt.
The sun it cries upon our fate.
The sky so blue, it hides, it waits.
Sweet nature is on the run.
We now only kill for fun.
The Great Spirit is kind.
And hoping we will find.
A way to mend our ways.
And bring beauty back someday.
I am Algonquin and I am proud.
And I will speak clear and loud.
Return to nature what we have raped.
There is no time to wait.
Lay the blame within ourselves.
And praise the Great Spirit out loud!
( penned by Deadserious )
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