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The Principle People
We are called, the principle peoples, natives with
another language, code talkers is what the
intruders called it once they secretly listened to the
broken words trying to interpret it in english. Let
them be.. I said I stood there and listened because I
have too much pride to sit while my family talks
about the hurt of the white men, about what they
can do and what they did and they said : They came
with their guns an outnumbered the indian men so
we rode on wild horses aiming our bows at them
however technology has changed so a bullet with
no name strike’d us all in the backs, our
tomahawks and lances didn’t shield us like we
thought, we stabbed and fought for killing our
sisters and brothers only to get killed too. We rode
into the night terrorized their camp with fire and
every weapon we knew how to use, but, their tools
was much bigger, bombs and rifles blew us away
did more damage than a regular death. why wasn’t
there a warning after taking us captive it was
hopeless to complain because no one understood
our language so how could we runaway if we were
only running to get sent back to the pain and
forbidden land we owned but was overthrown? How
could this be! War on our turf, our people have
been here and our ancestors grew up here and we
are sent away.. it hurts to know that years back
today would of been a different place. The trail of
tears.
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