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

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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.
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