Falling Tear

Falling Tear She is adorned in buckskin Beads and turquoise sewn around Her hair, long, black, and shiny Her soft skin a golden brown. The Princess of a Nation From those days of used to be When proud Indians could roam From mountains to sea to sea. The old customs of her people She holds dearest to her heart And watching as those old ways die Is tearing her heart apart. Once, there were unwritten laws Which most everyone would heed But the ways of the white man Has planted a bitter seed. He has raped the fertile land And plundered Gods' Creations He's stolen from and cheated All of the Indian Nations. The Government has written Many treaties of false word And the red mans' cry for rights To this day still go, unheard. Falling Tear is an American A true native of this land Whose tears fall for the injustice As she waits for Truth to make a stand. Del “Abe” Jones 90s