Yesterday, long ago
when my gaze wavered toward the sky
and what did I chance to see
but a great eagle in flight.
I was that lone bird
my sprit flew and I had its sight
I could see the hearts of men
they were like the stones of the earth
Men who had not my eagle eyes
Men who through their greed couldn’t see their sin
for before I had warning
The men were hunting
They found guns and began shooting
I was falling
falling
falling
Then suddenly the men knew of the greedy sin
for my eagle’s eyes were never to open again
(September 28,1987 age 15)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem