The Native American

From VIRAL SPIRAL — A collection of poems by Sarah P. Ross

"The Meat Packers"

One with the earth

The Native American

Treated with little worth

Yet we’re how it began.

Smallpox almost exterminated

The entire nation

And now it sadly seems

It’s happening again.

A virus pandemic

Has left us all to die

With little help from this country

All I can do is just cry

So few left of the U-S

Yet they won’t send help to save

We’re on our own to fight this

The Coronavirus death wave.

Where is the leader

Who must see we don’t die

Piping help would be there

Was no more than a lie.

But we’re still Native Americans

Though they want us to die.

"The Homeless"