our God
In heaven just has one face for everyone of
Earth's unique places = love.
The Great Spirit is by the pearley gate too ya know -
A guardian of our country USA.
The Great Spirit said to all while native hearts bled -
I can gladly take your hand.
The Great Spirit lives in the rivers, flowers, stars and trees.
Through him our one true God in the new world says while
Whispering upon the breeze - it is meant for you to
Follow me here and be free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nearly mystical in concept. Brief and thought invoking- Something about this makes me mourn for the Indian culture