The Noble Savage Poem by James Donovan

Among the south-west indian tribes the Apache were revered
they lived and tilled their sacred land for over a thousand years.
They worsipped their god Yahweh and daily gave Him praise
for all the simple gifts He gave; like buffalo and maize.

They had lived with other native tribes in harmony and peace;
they wanted to continue so but the white man made them cease.
He came with his false promises that this land they would share,
But he tore down all their dwellings and then he settled there.

The white man was a pestilence, like a virulent disease
that overcame the indians and drove them to their knees.
So all the tribes united and decided they must fight
to recoup their hunting grounds and end this deadly blight.

And so they became warriors and were feared by every man,
especially by the white invaders who tried to steal their land.
The mighty battles they did wage would last for many years
and leave the land all wet with blood, and flooded by their tears.

But the white man had his way and gained the victory,
And soon the indian came in peace to live with you and me.
Except for one brave warrior who would not surrender so,
He was the great Apache chief; by name, Geronimo.