I hand to you a
broken arrow,
Laid gently at your feet,
For peace among us all,
nothing to compete.
Our lives were taken over,
We held our heads up high,
We knew that there was comfort
from our Spirit in the sky.
We never shouted “wrong!”
nor said “minority!”
We did what Indians do,
with pride and dignity.
Forgiveness is ever in our hearts,
For the Spirit there resides,
Just understand we too, believe
in that Spirit in the sky.
A broken arrow, I hand to you,
So you will understand
We never started all the chaos,
We wanted peace thru out this land.
Denise lanford ~cherokee decent~
pokeyofthecove@bellsouth.net