Destiny, she came a-walkin’
Manifestin’ and a-talkin’
Snatchin’ land just like the ol’ white man.
Purple mountains go a-crumblin’
Spacious skies go a-rumblin’
My mama’s daddy’s horse has kicked the can.
If the settlers come a-shootin’
We say our prayers and go a-hootin’
Eye for eye, scalp for scalp, hand for hand.
One day Earth will come avengin’
Steam-roll karma like an engine
And we’ll have our fruitful plains again!
Beautiful poem, Leah! I love the voice and the rhythm and rhyme of the contracted words
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