President Pierce, don’t ever send your clown to message
your tough warn, and don’t threaten the Tribe Chief of Seattle;
Master of the planet, his tongue cannot roar as yours.
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This intrigues me, Joseph. Your poetry has such a sense of history, speaks in glorious language. It is a bit like watching a play. Raynette
Joseph, I like the sentiments expressed here. The world is here for us all to enjoy and should be left unspoilt for the people still to come. Did he not also say; - 'If we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even white man can go to taste wind that is sweetened by the meadows flowers.' If only they could see the wisdom that he spoke, but more importantly practised it. Do you think they even smelled the perfume in the air? 10/10