Man of pride stands in the sunlight,though his heart is broken he does not cry,he went to war for his country he served well and brought home glory their medals shine on his chest.
Warrior born he speaks softly there is a kindness in his eyes for the whole world,when he left he was a child heart filled with wonder at the sights.
Far away he traveled to many places with strange names though the people there looked much like him,kill them all he was told anything that breathes or moves then on his head his own dumped poisons.
Those are the wages of war he was told friendly fire takes its tolls now he wonders what he was fighting for,proud to go,proud to serve he was hoping to make a difference,to show his country the honor of his People.
Today he came home and is filled with sadness things are not better but worse,his kind looked down on,yet they too gave their all the Native American Warriors to make America safer.
But it was not his children it helped they still face the same prejudices he faced,still not good enough as a race,and so does his service have no meaning was he truly only cannon fodder so the rich white man can grow fatter?
When will his kind be seen as equals,when will something make a difference,this countries peoples seek to help the poor starving children,to save them from poverty and unfairness and lead them to freedom yet turn a blind eye to those in this land.
While he stands and watches the sun rising,his heart breaking for all those he watched die made no difference,in his own lands he has no freedom, the children of his People are mistreated,forgotten,lied to and abused,was the sacrifice of life useless?