A Voice In The Wind Poem by Jason Summers
A Voice In The Wind
As the wind wisps through your let down hair
A voice calls out to startle your mare.
'I am the Great Spirit, the Great Mystery,
Listen to me for this will be history.
There will be a white man forthcoming who will tear all nations apart
He is not the only one to come for colonies and cities to start.
For 500 years they will be here 'till dawn
And 500 more years on and on.
Take this knowledge, be smart, be brave
And fight to send them to their graves.
In honor of me pray for food, shelter, health, and the great lands
And always remember, never trust the white man.'
I agree with what you wrote because you suffered from white dermis! Every one has white and black genes Even if thy, had a pure white skin The White Heart speaks humanity Whilst White Dermis looks white And might beat with “Black Hearted Genes. (C) Sylva Portoian, MD
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I agree with what you wrote because you suffered from White Skins! Every one has white and black genes Even if thy, had a pure white skin The White Heart speaks humanity Whilst White Dermis looks white And might beat with ‘Black-Hateful Genes’. (C) Sylva Portoian, MD