"For sale," the sign said.
Arrogant ones, in the name of progress,
Came and kicked us off the land
Which we had cultivated for 1000 years.
Then they turned around
And sold it as property and made a handy profit.
And thoughtless ones came with their trash and litter
And scarred the place that we held sacred.

Our wrappers grow on the food source naturally,
Like corn silk, corn shucks, pea pods, and feathers,
And everything that comes from the great spirit of life is good,
And we use it for food and to live.

But they turned the navel of the world
Into a ghetto Washateria,
Plastic wrappers and polyethylene blowing up and sticking in the fence
That they put up to keep us trashy Indians out.

Thoughtless arrogance.

-jenn