TINDE
~ 1 ~
The Earth was made from Usen's sweat,
That dripped from his noble brow,
And he made our Angel without regret,
From a fine old heavenly bough
The ga'ns surrounded her it seems,
But she heard her Mother's cries,
And saw the evil spirits come,
To cause her cruel demise
She walked in beauty in the light,
That the Great Spirits shadow laid,
And brought to all a sweet delight,
For of pure truth she had been made.
And though her term of life was short,
Her good deeds will never fade.
~ 2 ~
And yet God's people frowned on her,
Because the feathers in her hair,
Did not in their own minds occur,
That they chose not her love to share.
For the Christian faith is a racist faith,
That denies all other thought,
Despite the wonderment of her face,
And the gracious truth she brought.
They cared not for her kindly deeds,
Her trust and humble ways,
For hers were mixed and wanton seeds,
Or so the Christian says...
For there is no provision for Indian breeds,
When a good Christian kneels and prays.