In this poem I have tried to use the symbol of the experience of America's indigenous peoples to emphasise the need for everyone to have their own voice.

A short history of the American Indian

You say we came from the deserts of Asia,
Across the Bering isthmus in the Wisconsin,
Following the big mammals all the way
Down to the fragile finger of Tierra del Fuego.

Our bones have been found,
White as any foreign skin.

What does it prove?

We say we came from the Great Spirit
Who cleaved the Rockies and freed us,
Tumbling out like a giant waterfall
To chase the sad, sacred buffalo.

Their bones have been found,
Broken like our native hearts.

What does it prove?

It doesn't matter what is myth
As long as the reality is our own.

Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2020-06-14 at 23:00

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Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
I greatly admire the letter of Chief Seathl to the Washington Chiefs and the truth it held within. I also admire the research of countless archaeologists and Geneticists that have unrefutable evidence that we, the human race, all came from the same place in Africa.
It is difficult to read your words and not hear the voices of our ancestors as they give their approval to your thought.
Thank you for sharing this piece.