Author’s note: Once again, this is not intended to cause offense. This is written from the point of view of our country’s actual natives.

Tears course down,
Rivulets down bronzed skin.
Crying for loss,
Crying for peace.
Listen to the sobs,
Don’t close your ears
To the pain.
Don’t close your eyes
To the hurt.
Wipe away the salt,
Clear away the tears.
Never again
Shall we trust.